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cass (us) - demons feat. young skeem lyrics

(c-ss)
boy i cool with demons keep a pole with me
lil b-tch is you dreaming you can’t go with me
how is he my dawg if he won’t ride for me?
sometimes i think my mother died for me
boy i cool with demons keep a pole with me
lil b-tch is you dreaming you can’t go with me
how is he my dawg if he won’t ride for me?
sometimes i think my mother died for me

boy i move with shooters better lay low
or i move with plugs we getting peso
he a opp; we send shot give him halos
feds hot cause we busted his tomato
b-tch im really bout it, you can go and ask them
i done put my work in, i never been the last one
big drip on my body, boy i done dropped a bag for this
reach we catch a homi, my shooters on ya -ss for this
i been using ladders
trying get my guys out
i been hearing chatter
claiming that we hide out
cap don’t really matter
boy they never slide out
same night that they slide out
we make sure that we ride out
how i’m finna save you?
i can’t even save me
boy you rocking fake ice
d-mn you so fugazi
clutching on my 40
i pray that he don’t play me
last n-gga that played me
i left that n-gga lazy

boy i cool with demons keep a pole with me
lil b-tch is you dreaming you can’t go with me
how is he my dawg if he won’t ride for me?
sometimes i think my mother died for me
boy i cool with demons keep a pole with me
lil b-tch is you dreaming you can’t go with me
how is he my dawg if he won’t ride for me?
sometimes i think my mother died for me

(young skeem)
n-ggas quick to say that they gone ride until it’s time to go
i was making plays dishing dimes like a pick and roll
p-ss lil bro the glock; he up a shot bet he don’t miss it though
then we flame your mans i told my bro roll up that p-ssy dope
i remember i ain’t have sh-t
lost my dad when a n-gga was 5, all my life that sh-t felt tragic
barely remember seeing him in a casket
but now a n-gga make the bagflip
i be cashing out b-tch i need a check and me & the gang taking mad trips
pops i promise that we gonna be mad rich
b-tch i’m balling yea i’m feeling luca i might just get signed by the mavericks
sending shots when i spin through your block
call up kopp b-tch he stay with a chop
me and c-ss finna make this sh-t hot
f-ck who up next b-tch i’m taking your spot
when we pull up better clear out the lot
my n-ggas sn-tching whatever you got
and i know that they hate
these hoes is two faced
she tooting her nose but she bougie?
she acting like she bout to touche
when me and young c-ss in the stu know we spazz in the stu give a f-ck bout what you say
i’m mixing this henny and dusse
i’m mixing this henny and dusse

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