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big slimey b - demon season lyrics

[intro]
(dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
(yeaah, uh+huh, f+ck is you talkin’ ‘bout?)
(grrah, grrah, boom, boom)

[verse 1: big slimey b]
we pull up with them switches (brrt), f+ck a witness (f+ck ‘em)
hundred shots up in this b+tch, it’s f+ck the opposition (bah, bah)
i been stackin’ money tall, b+tch, i’m on a mission (on a mission)
n+gga run up on me wrong, he gon’ end up missin’ (f+ck n+gga, missin’)
f+ck your gang, f+ck your block, b+tch, i’m with the drillers (gang, gang)
put a tag on a n+gga head, now my pockets bigger (racks)
spin your hood, broad day, we don’t wait for night (nah)
let a p+ssy play with me, i’m takin’ off his life (boom, boom)
b+tch, i came from the mud, glock came with a drum (grrah)
shoot a n+gga in his face, leave his ass dumb (dumb, f+ck n+gga)
i don’t trust no b+tch, i don’t trust no opp (never)
play around with me, you get smoked on the spot (boom, boom, boom)
diamonds on me dancin’, b+tch, i came from nothin’ (ice, ice)
talkin’ like he hard, but that f+ck n+gga bluffin’ (bluffin’)
we got ars, we got macs, we got glocks, we got k’s (all that sh+t)
catch him lackin’, broad day, put his ass in a grave (b+tch, boom)

[verse 2: lil 50]
(grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
b+tch, i’m on that savage sh+t (savage), f+ck yo’ average b+tch (f+ck her)
n+ggas talk that cap+ass sh+t, i let the ratchet spit (brrt)
i been on that demon time, p+ssy boy can’t handle mine (nah)
glock up in my hand, i let it shine just like a candle light (boom, boom)
n+gga, f+ck yo’ cousin, f+ck yo’ mama, f+ck yo’ whole block (f+ck all them b+tches)
i’m the type to catch a opp slippin’ at the bus stop (bah, bah)
i don’t give a f+ck who you wit’, b+tch, we spin sh+t (spin it)
b+tch, i put that .50 to his face and made his wig split (grrah, grrah)
on the e+way doin’ hunnid, smokin’ opps in traffic (skrrt)
every time i see a f+ck n+gga, it get tragic (bah, bah, boom)
put that n+gga on a shirt, i ain’t talkin’ fashion (nah)
every time the switchy hit, that b+tch sound like clappin’ (grrah, grrah, grrah)
f+ck yo’ set, f+ck yo’ dead mans, we don’t feel sh+t (f+ck ‘em all)
i just bought another glock, b+tch, it came with k!ll switch (brrt)
n+ggas know i’m reckless, shoot his ass necklace (boom)
hit his chest, make a mess, paramedics stressin’ (ha+ha, f+ck n+gga dead)
i don’t got no patience, b+tch, i’m on that murder sh+t (murder)
i just caught another body, i ain’t heard of it (shhh)
keep that on the low, b+tch, i’m posted with the pole (pole)
i been steppin’ on these n+ggas, put his brains up on the floor (b+tch, grrah)
n+gga, f+ck yo’ hood, f+ck yo’ team, f+ck yo’ b+tch too (f+ck her)
i just bought a chopper, it’s gon’ split him like some tissue (bah)
i don’t do no talkin’, we just walk up, we don’t diss you (nah)
i been puttin’ n+ggas in the dirt, it’s not an issue (grrah, boom, boom)
[outro]
(dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
(grrah, grrah, boom, boom, boom, boom)

- big slimey b lyrics

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