To Clvr Ho lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, Cobras
b*tch, it's Hi-C, and I'm cold like a eskimo
b*tch, it's Hi-C, and I'm cold like a eskimo
Hi-C, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Verse]
b*tch, it's Hi-C, and I'm cold like a eskimo
Way you suck a di*k, you deserve a gold medal, ho
Tell me why you mad, don’t care, you ain’t special, ho
Tried to finesse but I’m way too clever, ho
Bruh, that f*ck sh*t played out, it’s unacceptable
Took a sip of lean, I got hit with cupid's arrow, ho
Hit the DMT, now I’m higher than a UFO
Hi-C swag on point, Hi-C swag
Hi-C swag, on point, do the math, b*tch
Hit the highest grade then I started skipping classes
Baby want a Cobra, say her n*gga is a has-been
Beat the pus*y up and left her pus*y portal gasping
Baby said she wanna do the lines like a actress
n*ggas on the snow like the slopes out in Aspen
Inhale the kush, breathe fire like a Dragon
Smoking on that Ganja, Rasta Bob Marley swag, b*tch
Bong, hippie blow torch flame to a wax wick
Stoner lifestyle, Hi-C smoking lavish
LSD and lean got me in the function lagging
Sipping lean, I'm driving slow as f*ck, 'causing traffic
b*tch, I am perfection, no need for practice
Hit the DMT and woke up on another planet
b*tch, I am perfection, no need for practice
Hit the DMT and walk up on another planet
Faces, yeah, pocket full of faces
Add up and keep that ho out the equation
The greatest, yeah, she calling me the greatest
I’m ducking b*tches just like bullets in the Matrix
Faces, yeah, pocket full of faces
I add up and keep that ho out the equation
The greatest, yeah, she calling me the greatest
I’m ducking b*tches just like bullets in the Matrix, b*tch