FirstNameDane - HcHc Lyrics
FirstNameDane - HcHc Lyrics
You want the worst for me
You'd drive the hearse for me
Shovel dirt on me
Do me this courtesy
Forget the game I gave to you
Forget the road I paved for you
Forget the pain I played for you
Then finish what you came to do
If this what it's come to and I could still fix things
I wouldn't want to, it's already dead
If this what it's come to and I could still fix things
I wouldn't want to, it's already dead
RIP, put it in a box like it's Supreme
RIP, put it in a box like it's Supreme
Yeah baby, Yeah baby
Yeah baby, oh wow
Bet she think I'm starving bitch I'm eating (haha)
Every time I look at who competing (haha)
Hottie want to meet, I'm in a meeting (haha)
C hundred on the dash I think I'm speeding (haha)
I'm Killa Cam, ya wifey in my mentions you mad
I'm cniston, the glow up something crazy you Brad
Now you spreading rumors just to spite me that's sad
Miami in the linens like the papis, I'm dad
Niggas Stephen c they jaws be jackin, blah blah
They don't want no smoke behind ya back it's rah rah
Niggas better pray I don't get poppin, on god
My niggas turn a function to a moment, on mob
The drinks is hella chilled right at the function yeah we lit
Shorty tuned into my channel stream more then twitch
Good weed on the beach in California you be fried
If I don't give you plans right for the summer you gone cry
Chill wit all that sad shit baby just come for the ride
Know yo homegirls told you me and dane we on the rise
Hope you hold yo liquor don't you throw up in my ride
Percies in yo Prada bag you spicy all the time
I know you feeling this shit
It's the end of the night I just took my last my last sip
Told shorty ima slide, she leaned in for a kiss
I told shorty bag back HcHc you not my bitch, yeah!
Bet she think I'm starving bitch I'm eating (haha)
Every time I look at who competing (haha)
Hottie want to meet, I'm in a meeting (haha)
C hundred on the dash I think I'm speeding (haha)
If this what it's come to and I could still fix things
I wouldn't want to, it's already dead
If this what it's come to and I could still fix things
I wouldn't want to, it's already dead
RIP, put it in a box like it's Supreme
RIP, put it in a box like it's Supreme
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English
You want the worst for me
You'd drive the hearse for me
Shovel dirt on me
Do me this courtesy
Forget the game I gave to you
Forget the road I paved for you
Forget the pain I played for you
Then finish what you came to do
If this what it's come to and I could still fix things
I wouldn't want to, it's already dead
If this what it's come to and I could still fix things
I wouldn't want to, it's already dead
RIP, put it in a box like it's Supreme
RIP, put it in a box like it's Supreme
Yeah baby, Yeah baby
Yeah baby, oh wow
Bet she think I'm starving bitch I'm eating (haha)
Every time I look at who competing (haha)
Hottie want to meet, I'm in a meeting (haha)
C hundred on the dash I think I'm speeding (haha)
I'm Killa Cam, ya wifey in my mentions you mad
I'm cniston, the glow up something crazy you Brad
Now you spreading rumors just to spite me that's sad
Miami in the linens like the papis, I'm dad
Niggas Stephen c they jaws be jackin, blah blah
They don't want no smoke behind ya back it's rah rah
Niggas better pray I don't get poppin, on god
My niggas turn a function to a moment, on mob
The drinks is hella chilled right at the function yeah we lit
Shorty tuned into my channel stream more then twitch
Good weed on the beach in California you be fried
If I don't give you plans right for the summer you gone cry
Chill wit all that sad shit baby just come for the ride
Know yo homegirls told you me and dane we on the rise
Hope you hold yo liquor don't you throw up in my ride
Percies in yo Prada bag you spicy all the time
I know you feeling this shit
It's the end of the night I just took my last my last sip
Told shorty ima slide, she leaned in for a kiss
I told shorty bag back HcHc you not my bitch, yeah!
Bet she think I'm starving bitch I'm eating (haha)
Every time I look at who competing (haha)
Hottie want to meet, I'm in a meeting (haha)
C hundred on the dash I think I'm speeding (haha)
If this what it's come to and I could still fix things
I wouldn't want to, it's already dead
If this what it's come to and I could still fix things
I wouldn't want to, it's already dead
RIP, put it in a box like it's Supreme
RIP, put it in a box like it's Supreme
You'd drive the hearse for me
Shovel dirt on me
Do me this courtesy
Forget the game I gave to you
Forget the road I paved for you
Forget the pain I played for you
Then finish what you came to do
If this what it's come to and I could still fix things
I wouldn't want to, it's already dead
If this what it's come to and I could still fix things
I wouldn't want to, it's already dead
RIP, put it in a box like it's Supreme
RIP, put it in a box like it's Supreme
Yeah baby, Yeah baby
Yeah baby, oh wow
Bet she think I'm starving bitch I'm eating (haha)
Every time I look at who competing (haha)
Hottie want to meet, I'm in a meeting (haha)
C hundred on the dash I think I'm speeding (haha)
I'm Killa Cam, ya wifey in my mentions you mad
I'm cniston, the glow up something crazy you Brad
Now you spreading rumors just to spite me that's sad
Miami in the linens like the papis, I'm dad
Niggas Stephen c they jaws be jackin, blah blah
They don't want no smoke behind ya back it's rah rah
Niggas better pray I don't get poppin, on god
My niggas turn a function to a moment, on mob
The drinks is hella chilled right at the function yeah we lit
Shorty tuned into my channel stream more then twitch
Good weed on the beach in California you be fried
If I don't give you plans right for the summer you gone cry
Chill wit all that sad shit baby just come for the ride
Know yo homegirls told you me and dane we on the rise
Hope you hold yo liquor don't you throw up in my ride
Percies in yo Prada bag you spicy all the time
I know you feeling this shit
It's the end of the night I just took my last my last sip
Told shorty ima slide, she leaned in for a kiss
I told shorty bag back HcHc you not my bitch, yeah!
Bet she think I'm starving bitch I'm eating (haha)
Every time I look at who competing (haha)
Hottie want to meet, I'm in a meeting (haha)
C hundred on the dash I think I'm speeding (haha)
If this what it's come to and I could still fix things
I wouldn't want to, it's already dead
If this what it's come to and I could still fix things
I wouldn't want to, it's already dead
RIP, put it in a box like it's Supreme
RIP, put it in a box like it's Supreme
Writer: DANE ELIJAH DILLARD, TYLER THOMAS FALCONE
Copyright: Lyrics © Vydia, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Vydia, Inc.
Performed By: FirstNameDane
Featuring: Endo, Big$oDope
Language: English
Written by: DANE ELIJAH DILLARD, TYLER THOMAS FALCONE