BoofPaxkMooky, 1600J - Torch lyrics

Woah, yeah i love them demons you know it
I pull out the choppa', I aim it and blow
Somebody pick him up off the mofuckin' floor
I do got that pack if you wanna' explore
Like I sit out on the porch
I run for that check but
I bet you won't score
This money on go, pockets they look swole
You never see my hoe
I know cause' she foreign
I beat out her back and I hop in the Porsche
Number (N) ine on my feet cause' I'm bored
You can die on the block cause' it's war
Demon on me, I don't know what's the source
I cut a nigga off like I got me a sword
Aye, I make the block hot like a torch

Uh, yeah make the block hot like a torch
I run with that sack and I went to the floor
I'm through with yo' bitch cause'
That hoe got me bored
Follow me hoe, I can lead you to more
Push out the Phantom, I hop out the horse
You cannot fuck with me, you're a dork
I spend a lil' money, go get me some more
You walk in the trap but
Don't close that door
You pick a side, either or
I know what you did boy, it wasn't important
We somewhere you can't go
I'm rollin' this wood when
I'm smokin' this dope
I ran outta' woods had to go to the store
Everyday gotta' stick up my cup
I wear my own water like nigga was boat

Uh, uh, uh yeah
I love them demons you know it
I pull out the choppa', I aim it and blow
Somebody pick him up off the mofuckin' floor
I do got that pack if you wanna' explore
Like I sit out on the porch
I run for that check but
I bet you won't score
This money on go, pockets they look swole
You never see my hoe
I know cause' she foreign
I beat out her back and I hop in the Porsche
Number (N) ine on my feet cause' I'm bored
You can die on the block cause' it's war
Demon on me, I don't know what's the source
I cut a nigga off like I got me a sword
Aye, I make the block hot like a torch

Mmm hit your bitch from the back
She gon' leave here sore
We slide in that sprinter, you goin' on tour
I run to that bag, I might kick in your door
I walk in my crib and see racks on the floor
40 on me, I don't know what you thought
Bags on me and they Christian Dior
You tweakin' real hard
We gon' pull up and blow it
Glock on me and I don't needa' show it
Number (N) ine, you can't really afford it
I'm servin' that Wheaty your
Bitch wanna' snort it
I really was ballin' just
Like college sports

Uh, yeah i love them demons you know it
I pull out the choppa', I aim it and blow
Somebody pick him up off the mofuckin' floor
I do got that pack if you wanna' explore
Like I sit out on the porch
I run for that check but
I bet you won't score
This money on go, pockets they look swole
You never see my hoe
I know cause' she foreign
I beat out her back and I hop in the Porsche
Number (N) ine on my feet cause' I'm bored
You can die on the block cause' it's war
Demon on me, I don't know what's the source
I cut a nigga off like I got me a sword
Aye, I make the block hot like a torch

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