Last-Dude - Demons lyrics

[Last-Dude - Demons lyrics]

I got fifty-two shots in this Glock
Bet a nigga won't let up (Woo)
XD, a nigga tottin', Beretta (Red dot)
Rufflin feathers (Don't get shot)
I leave him deader
I got your bitch suckin' on my treasure
I woo from the floss, yeah, we do it better
I got the hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm a blue devil
One dead in Neiman, scannin', it's readin'
Perc' head, I'm geekin'
Shit turn me to a demon (Demon)
Bad bitch named RiRi, nice, but treeshy
She want me to breed her
I'm like "Nah, bitch, you sneaky"

Damn, hundred round drum on me, no reload
BAPE on my cape, no hero vVS cold, subzero
Off the molly, getting lost like Nemo
Steal bike, pull off like Deebo
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Uh yeah, insurance, no Geico, uh
Swim in the pussy feel like Micheal, uh
I do not fuck with disciples, uh
I could put that shit on the bible, uh
Big ass riffle, Eiffel, uh
Tower shit, no Eiffel, uh
Huh, my gun a football player
I load that bitch, it tackle ya, uh
Bad bitch on my dick, she
Wanna fuck for free, hmm
I got the clout, cash, cash
So she be fuckin' on me, uh
Vacuum ho, way that she suckin' on me, uh
Yeah pretty life, but these bitches
Be so ugly, uh, yeah

My paint is so wet
It's so clean put some soap in it
I'll make you lean
But you ain't drinkin' no Fanta
Walk off the scene with a
Sawed off with no handle (Woah)
Gucci my seam and my pocket got four nanas'
Okay, she gave me the pussy, I float in it
Okay she do not like root beer
Got Coke in it (Woah)
Okay, her skin is so smooth
'cause she lotion it
Grra-kada boom, lil bitch, I'm totin' it
(Grra) bB on me so I felt like I'm Satana
Only thing Burberry probably my bandana
Audemar P, so I cannot damn stand it
How I feel 'bout the Xans same way
I feel 'bout a ham sandwich
Fuck them girls together
Make 'em just can-can it
Them girls is nasty
Enjoyed every damn minute
Ball on a portable court with the sand in it
Everything clear in the port when
I land in it

I got fifty-two shots in this Glock
Bet a nigga won't let up (Woo)
XD, a nigga tottin', Beretta (Red dot)
Rufflin feathers (Don't get shot)
I leave him deader
I got your bitch suckin' on my treasure
I woo from the floss, yeah, we do it better
I got the hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm a blue devil
One dead in Neiman, scannin', it's readin'
Perc' head, I'm geekin'
Shit turn me to a demon (Demon)
Bad bitch named RiRi, nice, but treeshy
She want me to breed her
I'm like "Nah, bitch, you sneaky"

Huh "Is that the wrong hole?!" No
It isn't bitch you trippin' (Yuh)
Bitch, I'm Post Malone with that dick
Yes that extension (Yuh)
Hoe just hit my line
Asked if my rap name is "X-tension" (Yuh)
No, it's X-X-X, you will catch
My dick in your mentions, ayy
Grind on my cock, Tony Hawk mmh, Yuh, Ayy
Hide my dick and hit the
Female prison servin' cock, ayy
This dick costs a band so if
You touch you will be shot, ayy
(This, this) this dick costs a band so if
You touch you will be shot, ayy

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