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millyz - demons lyrics

[intro: millyz]
dope boy fresh and i’m jumpin’ out the, eh

[verse 1: millyz]
jump out the coupe i’m flexing, i got ’em steaming
look at their faces when we bought the aces
used to do aces, now we in new places
the rap up is slow up, it’s back to the basics
trapping out the field i hit my licks from out the buick
head right back to woodrow just so i could work on music
never ask me why my sh-t be so dope boy influenced
tatted crosses on me, trying to watch out for the judas
b-tch i’m busy getting to a bag but don’t confuse it
brodie got the blicky, he won’t hesitate to use it
i be trying to cool out but the homies gon’ persue it
got a lot of power, please do not make me abuse it

[chorus: millyz]
too many snakes around me, too many demons
henny and percs around me, sh-t got me leaning
she in my texts, reckless, i know she feigning
i want a milli in cash, they want to stop me from breathing, i got a reason
too many snakes around me, too many demons
henny and percs around me, sh-t got me leaning
she in my texts, reckless, i know she feigning
i want a milli in cash, they want to stop me from breathing, i got a reason

[verse 2: dave east]
too many snakes around me
proceeding with caution
i be moving like i got yellow tape around me
took too many loses, percs got me nauseous
making my way through the county
try put up a fight, she can’t spend the night
i won’t let you wake up around me
ain’t no way around it
my finger tips still sore from me breaking down ounces
mamí ven aquí, i done caught flights with my jail id
i done spent nights with my .38
i done hid the c-ke where the rice go
i done had visions of the pearly gates
how the f-ck you call be big bro, i’m only 30 you just turned 38
ain’t no free lunch, you gotta earn your plate
increasing the murder rate
outside early try to earn a day
i can tell you’re shook, how you turned away
i can tell you’re shook by the way you look
i can tell you if it’s gon’ come back by the way you cook
they shootin’, hah, made you look
i was too familiar getting hand-me-downs
never thought a jeweler come and hand me ice
sick of teddie bears and seeing candle lights
got collins looking like miami vice
shots slow you down like you sipping lean
i’m on millyz line when i hit the bean
i’ma keep shooting ’til no haters left
been about c.r.e.a.m., now i’m playing meth

- millyz lyrics

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