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lil varn & lil durk - “young demon” lyrics

[verse 1: lil varn]
i be in h+ll when i rap, i don’t play with no gimmicks (nah)
lil’ bro got a .40, he itchin’ to spin it (brrt, brrt!)
he talkin’ tough, now he missin’ his dentures (hahaha)
caught his lil’ partner, put 3 through his fitted (boom! boom!)
f+ck a opp, they be cl!ckin’ up, all of ’em b+tches (facts!)
we ain’t shootin’ from cars, b+tch, we jumpin’ them fences (go!)
hit him with hollows, his body start twitchin’ (grrah grrah!)
drum on the glock, that sh+t spin like a fidget (b+tch!)
i seen his mom cry — oh well (f+ck that!)
we throwin’ sh+lls, no taco bell (boom!)
i sold that boy fake pills from h+ll (hahaha)
then slid with a stick like chappelle (slatt!)

[chorus: lil varn]
ayy, f+ck all that talkin’, we slide, we lurk (skrrt!)
pop out the cut, he got left on the curb (boom! boom!)
feds on my d+ck but i still let it burst (grrah!)
demon inside me, i feel like i’m cursed (b+tch!)
ran in his spot, he was beggin’ like church (huh?)
told that boy chill, now his face on a shirt (p+ssy!)
i ain’t got friends, just sticks in the whip (bah!)
hop out on feet, now his soul do a flip (boom boom boom!)
[verse 2: lil durk]
lil bro got k!lled, now he talkin’ to pastors (dumbass!)
i let the .9 talk—ain’t no need for a caption (boom!)
his homie got smoked, he went ghost like he casper (b+tch!)
don’t come to my side, sh+t get real in a faster (let’s get it!)
i be with demons, they itchin’ to squeeze (grrah!)
he played with the gang, now he rest in some leaves (boom!)
caught him in traffic, put two through his t++th (boom!)
his mama don’t post him, she know what it be (grrah grrah!)
talkin’ that tough sh+t, knowin’ you sweet (p+ssy!)
i hang with vultures, they don’t need to eat (nah!)
i got the switchy, it’s stuck on repeat (brrt!)
i up it in court, they blamed it on me (f+ck it!)

[chorus: lil varn & lil durk]
ayy, f+ck all that talkin’, we slide, we lurk (slide!)
pop out the cut, he got left on the curb (grrah! boom!)
feds on my d+ck but i still let it burst (boom!)
demon inside me, i feel like i’m cursed (cursed!)
ran in his spot, he was beggin’ like church (facts!)
told that boy chill, now his face on a shirt (boom!)
i ain’t got friends, just sticks in the whip (skrrt!)
hop out on feet, now his soul do a flip (grrah grrah boom!)

- lil varn lil durk lyrics

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