Corrección Letra Devil In My Head par Jackboy

Featuring(s) : Rylo Rodriguez

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Letra

(I love you, Dzy)
(I love you too [?])

Got the devil in my head
He keep telling me he want everybody dead
He keep telling me, "Go draw down, spray that lead"
Finna rock you out of bed
Put you to sleep, pop you just like some med
Better move right 'cause false moves'll get you left
Hanging with the steppers, if you slip, then he gon' step on you
Pull up, you get wet up, I'm not missing, bitch, I'm tryna shoot
My niggas, they gorillas, I can't take my niggas from out the zoo
All my dawgs, they 'bout it, chase a nigga down, I let 'еm loose

[Jackboy]
All my dawgs, they 'bout it
Get turnt, thеy catch them a body
Ain't miss my shot when I shot it
Made 'em diddy bop with the rocket
Smoking opps, my gas the loudest
Never sleep, I'm catching the forties
Fuck talking, I pull up on shorty
I be all up in his face, he can't ignore me
Ain't tryna fuck with none of y'all niggas, y'all phony
Beat the block all day with a Glock and a K
I promise none of y'all niggas don't want it
Fuck what you gotta say, my niggas gon' spray
I hope we don't catch you on your lonely
Still don't matter who you with, you gon' die anyway
Them bullets coming straight at a nigga, when I shoot, I don't look away
Them bullets coming straight at a nigga, I be tryna send his ass away
Gun got a beam, I'll tag a nigga, tryna pop his nose up off his face
Closed casket, he gon' need a vase, I knocked him out his shoes, he gon' need new lace
I'm still toting the same gun here on my waist
But now I got drums, gotta add the bass

[Rylo Rodriguez]
Southside I might need a break, I'm tired of giving handouts
Life's a beach, same niggas hating, I came up with 'em from the sandbox
First day they had the codefendants, trunk, it had the motor in it
Put my side bitch in Bape, put my main ho in Fendi
It's hard for me to distance myself from you when I know you the one for me
The streets won't stop on calling me even though I switched my phone number
Judge gave my nigga all that time, I spend that shit on a bustdown
I can't fumble the football, I pray my brothers touch down
Section 8, hit the lights [?]
[?] off porch gambling
Home invasions, me and Tyrone, nigga, your house, we ran it in
I seen niggas ain't come back who got rolled off the ambulance
I know some youngins who'll risk it all for [?]
We planning to rob him, soon as he knock, let him in
Ride 'round with pistols in our laps, but we never ran
I believe my enemies some more than my friends
One told me he love me, he caught me in the blind
Said I love you too but we both know I'm lying
I got Palm Angel's on my body
That don't mean shit 'cause I got the devil in my head

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