Dancin With The Devil
KiddInk
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You could never f*ck with me, I was always up a level Dissin' me straight in my face, boy that's like dancin' with the devil I like to rock, with the chop in my hands like heavy metal We was slidin' through the hood, we pushed the metal to the pedal He was droppin' disses, Now his family droppin' rose petals Beat the bitch from the back, I got her pussy goin' feral Bitch irritating, complain more than a bitch named Carol Bitch wanna two man, but I'm tryna tag team F*ck what y'all talkin' bout, I'm tryna let my mac sing Bitch niggas stay talkin', split yo shit just like a seam 556 to his back, blood gushin' out his jeans Man you broke talkin', bitch go and get a bag seen Glock pop a nigga top, he tryna sell off to my fiends Made a large bag, now the bands poppin' out my jeans Man, I gotta catch this drop, man I'm sippin' on this lean You can never f*ck with me, I was always up a level Dissin me straight in my face, bro that's like dancin' with the devil I like to rock, with this chop in my hands like heavy metal Bitch, I'm on another level, fill my Cartis up with bezels I got more pussy to explore in here ain't tryna settle Seven shots straight, muzzle hot like a kettle Bullets burnin' up the barrel, slammin' shit just like I'm Gerald Dawg, I hate pussies, man, I'm out here feelin' like I'm Carol Clean yo ass up, I'll leave the scene sterile If you slidin' through my hood, boy, you better be careful Boy, you better be careful Play with me, pull out the 9, leave blood on yo apparel Spaz 12, hit a nigga, make him flip like he Neval Tec 9, hit a nigga, dig his grave like a shovel Shit we all got chops, we be rollin' out like the autobots I can go all night long, I got a robot cock Never lackin', know we come around with fully auto-chops All this money that we got on us, we got all the thots Beat the wet cooch from the back, it sound like some Motts Throw my bezels in some ice cream, look like Dippin' Dots Why we stoppin' at a red light? Bro, we bout to trip or not? Bro up on my dick like, damn, go and get a knot You could never f*ck with me, I was always up a level Dissin' me straight in my face, boy, that's like dancin' with the devil I like to rock with the chop in my hands like heavy metal We was slidin' through the hood, we pushed the metal to the pedal He was droppin' disses, now his family droppin' rose petals Beat the bitch from the back, I got her pussy goin' feral I love backshots when that ass clap back Niggas droppin' disses on us, course I had to clap back Put a band on his head like a fuckin' snapback Reminisce the old days, miss my nigga Jack Jack That's my nigga, man, we gotta try and bring his ass back Seen that nigga with his mama, put his ass in a pack Nigga, you a bitch, you ain't even slap back Nigga, Jeff got smacked, beat a bitch from the back She tried to run from the dick, I told her bring that ass back
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Written by: Deontay Taylor, Dominic Riley, Journey Riley-Lewis
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