Lyrics:
got shot by a gun
Ion know where to find you where you run
I want my Nae Nae to hold me
Can't let the devil control me
Tryna turn me to the old me
Where
down, on the corner!
Bodies getting found, there go the coroner!
I'm surrounded by dope dealers and gang members
That's been my whole life!
My whole
ya besties
I only got brothers fuck homies
His body by the river where the blood lead
Somebody better tell them how I get when I talk my shit
I'll Rap
of night
Pick a fight with the devil and let the homies write
[Verse 2]
""He did it right, with the hook and hope inside
He did it nice, with the juice
to dance wit dat fucking devil... Plus I'm surrounded by dirty devils in da south home of them Racist Rebels... Fukem all... I still Ball a dirt bag?
Ah you should've kept the beginning
Bloodshot red mom swore I was a demon
Because she see my eyes redder than the devil's semen
Boomi Laughing
Ay Ay
people wish for their sins to be burned
The devils bound by the Divine and abandoned from earth
Countless of blessings and rewards we human wanna earn
We
suit by the collar
Strange fruits who never traded they juice for the dollar
Drums under the drama and guns over wahala
From the slums bred scholars
i'm the hell devil
Need a Lancia with ceramic brakes
So i'm getting money off ceramic plates
Just took my lil shorty on a date
Then the guys hit me
by my side just like a movie scene
It's truly beautifully serene and candid
All the stars look like they're dancing, and the mood is feeling right
me that time
In beginning when I was near a flat line
Need a puff of smoke
My environment's cold
Grabbed me by my throat
Ay! Ay! Ay!
Deal with
Throwin' joints, blowin' like a cool breeze
Swimmin' in, I lift on juice, I wax M.C.'s
These hoes go frontin' on my Jimmy
I smack 'em on the back, sit 'em
Throwin' joints, blowin' like a cool breeze
Swimmin' in, I lift on juice, I wax M.C.'s
These hoes go frontin' on my Jimmy
I smack 'em on the back, sit 'em
and juice me (for what?) for my papers
The offer me a mule (and what else?) and 40 acres
I'm dissing snakes now, there's no time to catch the vapors
I'm not
facts
And laymans got these women's intuition like you snack
I'm OJ out of prison, the juice back
I moved to Green Bay just to move packs
Same way I
suede shoes
Some G's are fake and some will make moves
I prove jazz gone up another level
Real without making a deal with the devil
And so, I'm about
She on my mind yeah
Lookin like a demon but I tell myself I'm blind yeah
Cuz she got the juice yeah the sauce that I can't find yeah
And the way she
staring evil right smack in the face
And we got to fight back this negative embrace
If we don't want our future to be erased
I'm hurt by the hate
trife
I might just change how I move how I move ain't moving me right
I might just book me a flight I might be there by tonight
I might just turn up for
you're passionate about it you' should
Always stand up for it
And that's what life's about
Standing up for what you believe in
That's why I push juice, I
give you time to think
Let me puff this Buddha blunt and cut on this porno bump, girl, come lounge
Here by my side tonight you're my devils bride
give you time to think
Let me puff this Buddha blunt and cut on this porno bump, girl, come lounge
Here by my side tonight you're my devils bride
the petals off wild flower patches,
Magic happens!
Behold, pity the lowlife parish.
Doom City barracks left remorse coursed on a horse-drawn carriage by
bodies dropping
I know my destiny cause I can hear the devil knocking
I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe
I numb them bodies
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