Talkin' To My Demons

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Shy Baby

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Huh?
Yeah
Huh?
I gotta talk to my demons, and tell them that they gotta stop
I'm getting addicted to scheming, I'm dreaming bout niggas to rob
My niggas addicted to cleaning, they pulling up swinging them mops
And I got a fetish for counting blue cheddar I'll never go back to a job
Thirty two shots in a nina, I cannot play with these people
Niggas be talking like they really demons, see it and Ima believe ya
I'm in the trap, but on the deep end if you slide Ima see ya
I really dance with the reaper, give me my credit no visa
I want a slice of the pizza I'm putting my people on
I know you see it whenever I put on the drip, they know all the words to my songs
F*ck up a show, parking lot tucking a chrome, they hate us but we getting home
Talk to my grandma she told me that I need to stop, cant talk about what's going on
I'm traumatized, I try to hide it with pride I'll never share what's inside
I rather get in the whip, smoke on a opp, take his bitch ass on a ride
Who wanna match, Glock with a beam and a mag corona I got on a mask
Step on you niggas I don't have an angel in sight, my demons come out in the night
YEAH
I gotta talk to my demons, and tell them that they gotta stop
I'm getting addicted to scheming, I'm dreaming bout niggas to rob
My niggas addicted to cleaning, they pulling up swinging them mops
And I got a fetish for counting blue cheddar I'll never go back to a job
I gotta talk to my demons, and tell them that they gotta stop
I'm getting addicted to scheming, I'm dreaming bout niggas to rob
My niggas addicted to cleaning, they pulling up swinging them mops
And I got a fetish for counting blue cheddar I'll never go back to a job
Dick eater thot, she wanna kick it but she gotta f*ck with the mob
Used to run with a squad, I was out Thirty Six way before Wade and Lebron
No shade in my palms, these niggas weak, why would I feel so alarmed
I ride with a bomb, look where you reach, blow off a leg and a arm
I gotta preach, straight from the bible, I pray for my rivals
I hope they get money cuz I cant acknowledge a nigga that's broke I don't mind you
I'm from the gutta I never had paper so when I get some Ima buy you
I pull up skrrtt, brand new whip, speeding right by you
I got a bitch and she got a bitch they thick and they fine too
Keep popping that shit, you look like a lick, my bitches will line you
You all on the internet flexing them bands, don't make me come find you
And put this motherfucker right under your chin, I gotta remind you
I gotta talk to my demons, and tell them that they gotta stop
I'm getting addicted to scheming, I'm dreaming bout niggas to rob
My niggas addicted to cleaning, they pulling up swinging them mops
And I got a fetish for counting blue cheddar I'll never go back to a job
I gotta talk to my demons, and tell them that they gotta stop
I'm getting addicted to scheming, I'm dreaming bout niggas to rob
My niggas addicted to cleaning, they pulling up swinging them mops
And I got a fetish for counting blue cheddar I'll never go back to a job

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