Parti Hrd lyrics

[Chorus]
She heard about Hi-C, she know I party hard (Hi-C)
She heard about Hi-C, she know that I'm a star
I want a foreign b*tch, I want a foreign car
I f*cked her like a demon off a molly shard

[Verse]
Like a spaceship, watch a n*gga lift off
High on that dope, kickin' sh*t like a kickoff
Baby put my di*k to her lips like some lip gloss
Let her wrap her lips 'round my head 'til her lips lock
In that fast lane, you can watch a n*gga drift off
Lil' b*tch want Hi-C 'cause I'm a big dog
Yeah, my n*ggas trade hoes, yeah, we like to switch off
Flexin' on these n*ggas, I can see why they p*ssed off
Steppin' on the scene, shinin' hard like a Gohan
In the fast lane, n*gga, I ain't wastin' no time
Yeah, I got the juice, yeah, I got what your ho like
And that n*gga tryna find out what her throat like
Told her hit her knees, give me neck like a bow tie
Money on my mind but I stay on your ho mind
Married to the money, I'm attached like a soul tie
Back in the days power puffs had me so high (Hi-C)
Sugar, spice, everything nice, had me in the sky
n*gga, you a lame, I could tell you the ho type (b*tch)
And I'm too juiced, f*ck your b*tch, make her cry time
Hi-C glowed up, now you n*ggas getting outshined
Hi-C, I'm the truth, n*gga, I ain't telling no lies
Hi-C, I can't keep a ho, n*gga, I don't know why
Tell my why my old sh*t better than y'all new sh*t
Been had the juice, n*gga, I don't gotta prove sh*t
Running up a check, only thing on my to do list
I was tryna turn LSD into blue strips
f*cking on that ho then I had to let the crew hit
You know how I'm rocking, bro, you know how I'm moving
n*ggas tryna study all my moves like a moves list
Came with the juice, now these hoes goin' stupid
She said, "Hi-C, yeah, you think that you all that"
If I don't got the juice, b*tch, then tell me what you call that
Blowing up my phone, I was too high to call back
b*tch hit her knees, give me neck 'til she whiplash (Go, go)
I was tripping balls off the shrooms, almost car crashed
Rainbow Roadin' ass car going too fast
Buying what I want, I ain't tryna check the price tag (Nope)
Tryna blow cash, ain't no b*tch that I can't bag (Nope)
Buying what I want, I ain't tryna check the price tag (No)
Tryna blow cash, ain't no b*tch that I can't bag (No)
[Chorus]
She heard about Hi-C, she know I party hard
She heard about Hi-C, she know that I'm a star
I want a foreign b*tch, I want a foreign car
I f*cked her like a demon off a molly shard