CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Demon Time
Told her, "Don't wait for me"
Your time is up, better save it, please
I just ran up me a eighty piece (Ayy)
She on her knees suckin' d**k like she pray to me
Doggin' that b*t*h 'til her face full of Maybelline
In my cup, maybe it's lean, we don't do no green
Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean
Draft Day, he poppin', no, Sante ain't stoppin'
He need all his profits, some say that he c*cky
I know that he got it, he flew a b*t*h out from the tropics
Exotic, I'm smokin', Supreme, had to box it
458 'Rari take off like rockets
Wide body kit like Buffie the Body
All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (Woo)
My Mexican b*t*h treat me like Liberace (Yeah)
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (Hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's
My b*t*hes give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a condo
No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (Hot)
These rappers two-faced so bad, I could peel it
And see they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs
I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter (Yeah)
If it's for the guap, fettucine
Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini
These new n***as weenies
The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie
She rub on my gold like there might be a genie
I can't take a bad dressin' b*t*h to my mama
I might take the b*t*h from the hood to Bahamas
Show her 'bout the world, this b*t*h here ain't even my girl (Yeah)
Your time is up, better save it, please
I just ran up me a eighty piece (Ayy)
She on her knees suckin' d**k like she pray to me
Doggin' that b*t*h 'til her face full of Maybelline
In my cup, maybe it's lean, we don't do no green
Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean
Draft Day, he poppin', no, Sante ain't stoppin'
He need all his profits, some say that he c*cky
I know that he got it, he flew a b*t*h out from the tropics
Exotic, I'm smokin', Supreme, had to box it
458 'Rari take off like rockets
Wide body kit like Buffie the Body
All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (Woo)
My Mexican b*t*h treat me like Liberace (Yeah)
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (Hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's
My b*t*hes give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a condo
No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (Hot)
These rappers two-faced so bad, I could peel it
And see they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs
I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter (Yeah)
If it's for the guap, fettucine
Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini
These new n***as weenies
The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie
She rub on my gold like there might be a genie
I can't take a bad dressin' b*t*h to my mama
I might take the b*t*h from the hood to Bahamas
Show her 'bout the world, this b*t*h here ain't even my girl (Yeah)
