Bright Campa - SIN CITY / DEMON TIME lyrics

[Bright Campa - SIN CITY / DEMON TIME lyrics]

Yeah so many violent crimes, watch it
I got my stick on me (oh)
Bang bang through the nogging
Don't give a-a Campa got the moves
So many scammers, so many homeless
Trying to take my bands
I got the bands on me
I got that gun on me
I got the knife on me and I
Go ahead

Bega-bega-bega, what would you rather do?
What you about to do girl, I'm tryna move
Everybody get out the way
I'm tryna make a move
Don't even go to the club
They shooting up everywhere I stop
They don't even care, yeah lеt's go

So many violent crimes gotta keep it on me
Gotta go, gotta keep it on thе move, and they
Gotta loot and the police don't care
They're watching, they're entertained
But they got that gun for free
But I bought myself from the scammers
From the looters, from the shooters got five

Yeah, 911-911, and whatchu think, and what
Makes you think calling all the women
My mama call my phone to see
Can you see my eye is
Still bleeding from the fight
Never ever-ever let a man put his hands on me
Gotta scar by my eye
And you think I give a fuck?
No no I don't
Bang bang through the fucking dome

I got the stick on me, you gotta move
I do what I want, I say what I feel yeah
On your knee, so many violent crimes
On all on me, I say what I want
Do whatever it takes to get home
Tryna get that money
I'm tryna get that money

Yeah haha, yeah that goes hard
That's that good water

Yeah! Okay you already know what time it is
Woo-woo-woo!
Choppa-Choppa pew-pew, yeah
Choppa don't miss, yeah Choppa don't miss
Yeah my Choppa don't miss, and it's flying
Everywhere, and my Choppa don't miss
And my Choppa don't miss
And it from the zoo

Put you in the ER, then I face you
When you come outside
Think I don't give a fuck
And I been that way
And you trying to be like Campa
(Ouu) I got my own mix
Oh yeah and they represent
(Uh) Everywhere I go
My hoes are everywhere (mm)
And I manifest mm, so much money in my bank
(mm)
And I got it all mm
And they treat me with respect
(mm)

Yeah, I know I got the eleven by my eye
I can see it with my third eye and you know
She's gonna ride all night and you know
Ima give her babies oh my

Choppa don't miss mm, Choppa don't miss
And it's gonna on your head
And keeping it clean
Man, I like your cut G (ah)
Let's go, let's go, let's go! (mm ay ay)

Choppa won't miss a fool
Choppa won't miss a fool (uh huh)
Choppa won't miss a fool
Hundred rounds go ahead
And killing everybody!
Oh yeah killing everybody!
Oh yeah killing everybody!

Gotta go
You don't ever understand how I move
Now you know the story, by my face
Four numbers (Who? mm)
One-two-three! (mm hmm)
Caught four bodies
Could've caught my fifth one
He got so lucky
I let him slide! (Yah yah) If you ever try

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