CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Demons
I got fifty-two shots in this Glock, bet a n***a won't let up (Woo)
XD, a n***a tottin', Beretta (Red dot)
Rufflin feathers (Don't get shot)
I leave him deader
I got your b*t*h suckin' on my treasure
I woo from the floss, yeah, we do it better
I got the hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner
B*t*h, I'm a dog, I'm a blue devil
One dead in Neiman, scannin', it's readin'
Perc' head, I'm geekin', sh*t turn me to a demon (Demon)
Bad b*t*h named RiRi, nice, but treeshy
She want me to breed her, I'm like "Nah, b*t*h, you sneaky"
Damn, hundred round drum on me, no reload
BAPE on my cape, no hero
VVS cold, subzero
Off the molly, getting lost like Nemo
Steal bike, pull off like Deebo
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code, uh
Yeah, insurance, no Geico, uh
Swim in the pu**y feel like Micheal, uh
I do not f**k with disciples, uh
I could put that sh*t on the bible, uh
Big a** riffle, Eiffel, uh
Tower sh*t, no Eiffel, uh
Huh, my gun a football player
I load that b*t*h, it tackle ya, uh
Bad b*t*h on my d**k, she wanna f**k for free, hmm
I got the clout, cash, cash
So she be f**kin' on me, uh
Vacuum ho, way that she suckin' on me, uh, yeah
Pretty life, but these b*t*hes be so ugly, uh, yeah
My paint is so wet, it's so clean put some soap in it
I'll make you lean, but you ain't drinkin' no Fanta
Walk off the scene with a sawed off with no handle (Woah)
Gucci my seam and my pocket got four nanas'
Okay, she gave me the pu**y, I float in it
Okay she do not like root beer, got Coke in it (Woah)
Okay, her skin is so smooth 'cause she lotion it
Grra-kada-boom, lil b*t*h, I'm totin' it (Grra)
B.B. on me so I felt like I'm Satana
Only thing Burberry probably my bandana
Audemar P, so I cannot damn stand it
How I feel 'bout the Xans same way I feel 'bout a ham sandwich
F**k them girls together, make 'em just can-can it
Them girls is nasty, enjoyed every damn minute
Ball on a portable court with the sand in it
Everything clear in the port when I land in it
I got fifty-two shots in this Glock, bet a n***a won't let up (Woo)
XD, a n***a tottin', Beretta (Red dot)
Rufflin feathers (Don't get shot)
I leave him deader
I got your b*t*h suckin' on my treasure
I woo from the floss, yeah, we do it better
I got the hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner
B*t*h, I'm a dog, I'm a blue devil
One dead in Neiman, scannin', it's readin'
Perc' head, I'm geekin', sh*t turn me to a demon (Demon)
Bad b*t*h named RiRi, nice, but treeshy
She want me to breed her, I'm like "Nah, b*t*h, you sneaky"
Huh
"Is that the wrong hole?!" No it isn't b*t*h you trippin' (Yuh)
B*t*h, I'm Post Malone with that d**k, yes that extension (Yuh)
Hoe just hit my line, asked if my rap name is "X-tension" (Yuh)
No, it's X-X-X, you will catch my d**k in your mentions, ayy
Grind on my c*ck, Tony Hawk
Mmh, Yuh, Ayy
Hide my d**k and hit the female prison servin' c*ck, ayy
This d**k costs a band so if you touch you will be shot, ayy
(This, this)
This d**k costs a band so if you touch you will be shot, ayy
XD, a n***a tottin', Beretta (Red dot)
Rufflin feathers (Don't get shot)
I leave him deader
I got your b*t*h suckin' on my treasure
I woo from the floss, yeah, we do it better
I got the hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner
B*t*h, I'm a dog, I'm a blue devil
One dead in Neiman, scannin', it's readin'
Perc' head, I'm geekin', sh*t turn me to a demon (Demon)
Bad b*t*h named RiRi, nice, but treeshy
She want me to breed her, I'm like "Nah, b*t*h, you sneaky"
Damn, hundred round drum on me, no reload
BAPE on my cape, no hero
VVS cold, subzero
Off the molly, getting lost like Nemo
Steal bike, pull off like Deebo
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code, uh
Yeah, insurance, no Geico, uh
Swim in the pu**y feel like Micheal, uh
I do not f**k with disciples, uh
I could put that sh*t on the bible, uh
Big a** riffle, Eiffel, uh
Tower sh*t, no Eiffel, uh
Huh, my gun a football player
I load that b*t*h, it tackle ya, uh
Bad b*t*h on my d**k, she wanna f**k for free, hmm
I got the clout, cash, cash
So she be f**kin' on me, uh
Vacuum ho, way that she suckin' on me, uh, yeah
Pretty life, but these b*t*hes be so ugly, uh, yeah
My paint is so wet, it's so clean put some soap in it
I'll make you lean, but you ain't drinkin' no Fanta
Walk off the scene with a sawed off with no handle (Woah)
Gucci my seam and my pocket got four nanas'
Okay, she gave me the pu**y, I float in it
Okay she do not like root beer, got Coke in it (Woah)
Okay, her skin is so smooth 'cause she lotion it
Grra-kada-boom, lil b*t*h, I'm totin' it (Grra)
B.B. on me so I felt like I'm Satana
Only thing Burberry probably my bandana
Audemar P, so I cannot damn stand it
How I feel 'bout the Xans same way I feel 'bout a ham sandwich
F**k them girls together, make 'em just can-can it
Them girls is nasty, enjoyed every damn minute
Ball on a portable court with the sand in it
Everything clear in the port when I land in it
I got fifty-two shots in this Glock, bet a n***a won't let up (Woo)
XD, a n***a tottin', Beretta (Red dot)
Rufflin feathers (Don't get shot)
I leave him deader
I got your b*t*h suckin' on my treasure
I woo from the floss, yeah, we do it better
I got the hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner
B*t*h, I'm a dog, I'm a blue devil
One dead in Neiman, scannin', it's readin'
Perc' head, I'm geekin', sh*t turn me to a demon (Demon)
Bad b*t*h named RiRi, nice, but treeshy
She want me to breed her, I'm like "Nah, b*t*h, you sneaky"
Huh
"Is that the wrong hole?!" No it isn't b*t*h you trippin' (Yuh)
B*t*h, I'm Post Malone with that d**k, yes that extension (Yuh)
Hoe just hit my line, asked if my rap name is "X-tension" (Yuh)
No, it's X-X-X, you will catch my d**k in your mentions, ayy
Grind on my c*ck, Tony Hawk
Mmh, Yuh, Ayy
Hide my d**k and hit the female prison servin' c*ck, ayy
This d**k costs a band so if you touch you will be shot, ayy
(This, this)
This d**k costs a band so if you touch you will be shot, ayy
