Correction Paroles DEMON par Rich Dunk

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On God
(Henney Major, you going crazy)
(Twofold Jack, this fire)
The f**k?

That boy a pu**y, I know, I done seen it (Ha-ha)
I switched up the engine, this b*t*h like a demon (Yeah)
I just tint the window, still ride with my nina
I'm still blowin' reefer, I do sh*t illegal
Just wanna rap and take care of my people (On God)
Never been a snitch, I don't know, I ain't seen 'em (Uh-uh)
I swerve through the hood and spend time with my people
This b*t*h like a party, I turned up the speakers (Grah, baow, baow)

You reach for my chain, then you gon' meet this heater (The f**k?)
She not a keeper, I call her an eater (Ha-ha)
I'm way overseas smokin' overseas reefer (Okay)
B*t*h, I had the key back when I was wearing Adidas (On God)
Do bad by myself, so a ho, I don't need her (I don't need her)
I count my own bands, accountant ain't needed (Let me get it)
Show love to my fans, takin' pictures and greetin' them (Look)
My n***as hotter than hot like the heat with them (Uh)
Your b*t*h gon' f**k when she see him 'cause I be with them (On God)
We was just broke together, now I eat with them
It's not a race, that's on God, I don't compete with them (Uh-uh)
My n***as work, eat, ain't no leech in here (Dope)
You can get shot, murked just for bein' here (The f**k?)
He love them Percs, I don't know what he see in them
My fault, blood, I don't know what he G in him
Come from the bottom, I feel like I'm P and them (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Free my boy Smitty, I wish I could be with him (Free Smitty)
I do this for my city, I put on for foe and them (Ayy, Charlotte)
He move an inch and we might as well blow at him (Ayy, shoot)
Put that on God, it's a gun on my shoulder (On God)
Rest in peace Matt 'cause I know he'd go with me (Rest in peace)
N***as I grew up with right at the show with me (They stay right at the show)
That boy a pu**y, I know, I done seen it (Ha-ha)
I switched up the engine, this b*t*h like a demon (Yeah)
I just tint the window, still ride with my nina
I'm still blowin' reefer, I do sh*t illegal
Just wanna rap and take care of my people (On God)
Never been a snitch, I don't know, I ain't seen 'em (Uh-uh)
I swerve through the hood and spend time with my people
This b*t*h like a party, I turned up the speaker (Grah, baow, baow)

Please don't get me started, yeah
Take that nine, put it on a artist, yeah
Young n***a shootin' up your party
F**k around, show 'em how we do it up in Charlotte, yeah
I ain't wanna deal with the feelings, I bought the head
Hit her good, she walked out like The Walking Dead
He's somewhere loaded up strapped with a F&N
These n***as goin' out sad like they lost a friend
We ain't goin' like that over hoes
I'll never be one of these rap n***as' wannabe bros (Uh, uh-uh)
Talk to me, watch your lil' tone
I just made eight hundred thousand off two or three shows (Let's go)
How he pull up, them two or three hoes? (Zoom)
What's the memo? B*t*h, anything goes
Say she like how I'm puttin' it on (Mmm)
Icing on me like a cinnamon roll
I ain't type of n***a ever trip 'bout a b*t*h, I'll politely pull up on a n***a, give him his ho
Like, "Here, know your boy gon' have a fit, don't let him know" (Shh)
Real n***a, babe, you know I'm stickin' to the code (Let's go)
I ain't gon' tell him I put it in your throat (Woo)
Or sat back and let you ride d**k on your toes
Left out in the morning with your pu**y on my clothes (Shh)
You better let the pu**y n***a know
That boy a pu**y, I know, I done seen it (Ha-ha)
I switched up the engine, this b*t*h like a demon (Yeah)
I just tint the window, still ride with my nina
I'm still blowin' reefer, I do sh*t illegal
Just wanna rap and take care of my people (On God)
Never been a snitch, I don't know, I ain't seen 'em (Uh-uh)
I swerve through the hood and spend time with my people
This b*t*h like a party, I turned up the speaker (Grah, baow, baow)

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