Demon
It's Kweezy
Grrrr
Grrrr
It's Kweezy
It's Kweezy
Hadda tuck my heart in dis game onna men
I jumped in for money I never wanted friends
I told a junkie I still need that 34 cent
Bitch do what I commander let's run it back got sweat running down her skins
12 tryna do me like ink and throw my black ass inna pen
They call me kweezy cause I don't know my limit
More shots coming when I really start to feel it
Opps must be reaching out they hand they shook
bitch not onna same page imma tear up da book
bitch reaching out her hand she want me pay for that pussy
I be running plays hittin banks I be juggin
Countin blue hunnit feel better than fuckin
I stay wit the blues like a trombone and trumpet
Trap doin good had to up my girl budget
Fentanyl 30s I love it
I got bro inna trap he not even juggin
He had a long day all the junkies he fuckin
I gave my glizzy a button ain't no time to duck it
I give her some money when she start that fussin
niggas be more onna net then in public
If I show her what I made in a day she gon she gon suck it
Judge dismissed the case fuckin pig said I'm lucky
Bitches tryna hang over paper like a muffin
I don't like to argue rather let the xd rebuttal
Real trap Nigga I let the qp shuffle
Presidential suite come wit rubbers
Presidential tint I'm da ntb Obama
She know what I want when I call up dashonna
Ntb 4L And it's death before dishonor
12 threw me Ina cell but ain't read me Miranda
Fuck 12 they want Kweezy in a cell
What do you want from me
Your dead man want company
I got my Glock you can see it
You can get popped for no reason
I drop the mask n turn demon
Your bitch orgasim when she dreamin
All She can think about kweezy
It's Kweezy
Heyy
What do you want from me
Your dead man want company
I got my Glock you can see it
You can get popped for no reason
I drop the mask n turn demon
Your bitch orgasim when she dreamin
All She can think about kweezy
It's Kweezy
Yeaa
What do you want from me
Your dead man want company
I got my Glock you can see it
You can get popped for no reason
I drop the mask n turn demon
Your bitch orgasim when she dreamin
All She can think about kweezy
It's Kweezy
Yeaa
What do you want from me
Your dead man want company
I got my Glock you can see it
You can get popped for no reason
I drop the mask n turn demon
Your bitch orgasim when she dreamin
All She can think about kweezy
It's Kweezy
Let's go
Grrrr
Grrrr
It's Kweezy
It's Kweezy
Hadda tuck my heart in dis game onna men
I jumped in for money I never wanted friends
I told a junkie I still need that 34 cent
Bitch do what I commander let's run it back got sweat running down her skins
12 tryna do me like ink and throw my black ass inna pen
They call me kweezy cause I don't know my limit
More shots coming when I really start to feel it
Opps must be reaching out they hand they shook
bitch not onna same page imma tear up da book
bitch reaching out her hand she want me pay for that pussy
I be running plays hittin banks I be juggin
Countin blue hunnit feel better than fuckin
I stay wit the blues like a trombone and trumpet
Trap doin good had to up my girl budget
Fentanyl 30s I love it
I got bro inna trap he not even juggin
He had a long day all the junkies he fuckin
I gave my glizzy a button ain't no time to duck it
I give her some money when she start that fussin
niggas be more onna net then in public
If I show her what I made in a day she gon she gon suck it
Judge dismissed the case fuckin pig said I'm lucky
Bitches tryna hang over paper like a muffin
I don't like to argue rather let the xd rebuttal
Real trap Nigga I let the qp shuffle
Presidential suite come wit rubbers
Presidential tint I'm da ntb Obama
She know what I want when I call up dashonna
Ntb 4L And it's death before dishonor
12 threw me Ina cell but ain't read me Miranda
Fuck 12 they want Kweezy in a cell
What do you want from me
Your dead man want company
I got my Glock you can see it
You can get popped for no reason
I drop the mask n turn demon
Your bitch orgasim when she dreamin
All She can think about kweezy
It's Kweezy
Heyy
What do you want from me
Your dead man want company
I got my Glock you can see it
You can get popped for no reason
I drop the mask n turn demon
Your bitch orgasim when she dreamin
All She can think about kweezy
It's Kweezy
Yeaa
What do you want from me
Your dead man want company
I got my Glock you can see it
You can get popped for no reason
I drop the mask n turn demon
Your bitch orgasim when she dreamin
All She can think about kweezy
It's Kweezy
Yeaa
What do you want from me
Your dead man want company
I got my Glock you can see it
You can get popped for no reason
I drop the mask n turn demon
Your bitch orgasim when she dreamin
All She can think about kweezy
It's Kweezy
Let's go
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Writer(s): Kwame Nero
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