Demons (Remastered)

Aye, yuh, yuh
Let's go let's go
Yuh, yuh
Got all the light like a beacon
Little bitch she swallow the semen
Don't make me call up my demons, yuh
Can't bring you back like a remix, yuh
I hope your squad is on defense, yuh
Little bitch she showing the cleavage
Now she ride slow on my penis
Like SZA she is just the weekend, yuh
Am I going crazy well it depends
Chop you into pieces then we throw him off the deep end
Should've seen me in the lobby checking in the Hilton
Only black nigga in the room like Cleveland
Dick so good had my ex bitch trying to repent
All that gold is fufu and your Gucci out of season
Everything I did to niggas never seen a precinct
Hit it once and watch that pussy swell up like a bee sting

Look
I am the man
Do not pop xans
That is the truth
What, yuh
Gun in my hand
It go kablam
Right at your tooth
What, yuh
I am the shit
I am legit
Do you need proof?
Uh, what?
Oh that's your bro
Give me three days
Make him go poof, uh, what?
I am the man
Do not pop xans
That is the truth
What, yuh
Gun in my hand
It go kablam
Right at your tooth
What, yuh
I am the shit
I am legit
Do you need proof?
Uh, what?
Oh that's your bro
Give me three days
Make him go poof, uh, what

These niggas know how I'm boming, ooh
She keep tryna leave but she cumming, ooh
Shit on you niggas I'm dumping, ooh
I'll stomp on ya yard like I'm crumping, ooh
Figure eight lock on the oppers
Then drop them with choppers
If they causing problems (what)
Deep in her uterus
Super lit
Like she not new to this
Proving I'm true to this, what?
All of these niggas want smoke
All of these niggas some jokes
When I ain't there you a savage
When I'm around you the pope
Diamonds they fucking your eyes up
Watch how I rise up
Chopping them pies up, look!
Look how they hate and despise us
Never gonna size up
That don't surprise us
What, uh



Credits
Writer(s): Khaleed Pritchard
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