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aje smd - dftd lyrics

all these drugs from the devil ya they bang out the like the treble

ya
ya

demons they talking
demons they scheming
demons be plotting
what do you mean i need a queen?
why isn’t my soul enough for the dream
he gets insulted and closer to me
he understands the boy is naive
hand on my shoulder he whisper to me
tells me the plan then i smile and leave

now i’m out on the street
looking for shorty get high with me
now i’m out on the street
looking for shorty to die for me

so i try 2 find a nympho something freaky, live so sinful
likes too party with her kinfolk
then take d+ck
some’ really simple
then the devil popped like pimple
he said na its not that simple
she needs to be pure like dimples
dressed in all white like some dental
and when you finally meet her i promise i’ll give the signal
then he vanished..

and when he did he left a nickel facing face up
got a facetime from tom he said he in danger
so i race out to his spot
hop out looking hot
think i see the op
so i blast a couple shots
then they scatter like my thoughts
when i’m runnen ‘way from god
then i run and pick him up
ask him wtf is up
he said demons caught him lacken now i’m thinking
what the f+ck
devil know that he my brother
guess we gotta tighten up

so i tell ’em i gotta find another b4 the sun is up

and he said bet

so we slide out pick the gang up now we moving with the set
now i’m high and moving dangerous all 5 of us in the wip
tahji said he found some bodies that probly’ could fit the script
i said they cannot be thotties they bodies got be legit
he said they cannot be thotty?
you definitely dying softly
the devil ripping you off b
you betta’ find a new hobby

then jack cut him off and said
aj ya i got you man
by the morning you’ll be famous then from their we’ll make a plan

i said copy swing the address we gone pull up on they ends
then i stopped to the rob the ock and got some backwoods and his bands
know he got more in his pockets so i popped him in the head

now we pulling up to fordham
bouta’ hit the dorm room
finna slaughter daughters
tripping out before shrooms
now we in that b+tch and i ain’t seeing sh+t
all black clothes n a couple gothic chicks

- aje smd lyrics

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