Correction Paroles Chiraq Demons par Lil Durk

Featuring(s) : G Herbo

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Paroles

Yeah, yeah
I'ma be on some No Auto Herb shit in this motherfucker, bro
Real Chiraq demons, you dig? (Deezy)
Gang, gang

PTSD, I be off of drugs in the day (Off the drugs)
Gotta watch out for my dawg, they tryna get me out the way (Get me out the way)
I can't be around my felons 'cause I got a pending case (Got a pending case)
Got my dawg out for a ninety and I dropped him off a K (Man, what?)
Called Johnny, no veneers, I need like ninety in the face (Man, what?)
The one that died, he had like ninety to his face (Man, what?)
I can't talk 'bout how he died 'cause they gon' build another case (Build another case)
See, what's his name had (Doo-doo-doo), he came back, then he (Grrah, grrah)
Every candle lit (Candle), I buy Audemars (Buy Audemars)
I don't be focused all the time 'cause I buy all the cars (Buy all the cars)
I buy all the guns (I buy all the guns), Herb got all the ones (Got all the ones)
Ain't no G-Fazos, the opps buy all the lady ones (Fuck nigga)

I know God gon' keep me safe, I got my gun when I pray (Ayy)
We just found out where he stay, can't have no fun, we gon' lay
It ain't nothin' but six shots, my hitter run with the A
Ain't nothin' less than thirty shots when I got my son, I can't play (You know that)
He just caught five up top, now his body numb, go'n slay
Lil' bro got a nigga leavin' out the club, gon' blaze him
Chiraq demons, you can't save us
Coke and guns, that's what raised us
I told Durk 'nem, they got buddy out the way quick, I don't blame 'em (Shit)

All my niggas sellin' zaza whole, we not 'bout half-a-pounders
Got the 'Raq inside the stu', boy, we gon' rob the out-of-towners
Four-five at my crib, PO had searched my crib, he never found it
Lil' boy, he better graduate before this Draco cap and gown him
I fucked half the strippers, I was fuckin' Hoopa's baby mama
I might pull out quick and bust up on they face, ain't use a condom
Used to call them folks a snake, now he a snake, anaconda
Every time you look up, all the opps be dead every summer (Man, what?)

Every summer (Yeah, yeah)
Every summer (Yeah, yeah)
Every summer (Get back gang)
Every summer (Get back, what?)
Every summer (Get back gang)
Every summer (Get back)
Every summer (Get back gang)
Every summer (Yeah)

We on Essex with two hundred shots every summer
Lil' foenem be actin' wild now 'cause we got bread comin' (Fuck it)
And I know a nigga tellin' every time the feds comin' (Fuck boy)
Would've never got your mans, you wasn't in there saying nothin', nigga
He an opp that me know from the 'Gram, call him fan, buddy
My lil' homie just did some bad shit, he gettin' his dreads cutted (Right now)
If he got some work and my block plottin' on 'em, yeah, they trunkin' him
Top shots, he pop out, slumpin' 'em, they standin' under 'em (Skrrt)
Over 'em, boy, you ain't no savage, I don't fuck with 'em
I just saw the opps with all my chains, I ain't tuckin' 'em (Shit)
And I walk right past 'em in the club 'cause I was clutchin' 'em (You know that)
Lil Durk got a fifty, I got fifty, it's a buck on 'em (Man, what?)

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