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sugarhill chris - demons lyrics

[intro: jay banga]
ayo, suck my d+ck n+gga (gang+gang+gang)
hollon’, grahh, grahh+grahh+boom
gang+gang+gang (every opp shot, n+gga)
gang+gang+gang

[verse 1: jay banga]
call me top shotta, i’m really the one
talk about drills, but they never did nun’
n+ggas be bluffin’, get beat with the gun (grahh, grahh)
catch me lil’ dougie, i’m makin’ him run (grahh+grahh+boom)
smokin’ on tank, this sh+t punchin’ my lung (gor on the track, b+tch)
got on my bully, they say i go dumb (grahh+grahh, jay6ixx)
i’ma go kuu with the deuce, i’ma dump with the deuce (elvis)
if you droppin’ my 8, i’ma dump (grahh+grahh boom, worda’ my mother)
s double m, but i’m droppin’ the sev
catch me kay flock, i’ma put ’em to bed (die sev)
tell them boys, “speed up”, i’m throwin’ off ‘peds
make him get jiggy, we knock off his dreads
swear that i live it, i’m jackin’ some makks
screamin’ out, “muddy”, wе rip up his back
n+ggas be p+ssy, let’s speak on thе facts
yeah, i’m really gon’ up it, let’s get into that (get into that, d+mn)
smokin’ on ed, you get put on a chain
don’t need to rap, yeah, they been on my name (everything dead, n+gga)
i rap what i live, and i do what i did
as a youngin, a n+gga been puttin’ in pain
smokin’ on opps and we do it for fun (grahh)
catch me lil’ ally, i’m feedin’ her tum’ (grahh+grahh+boom)
grabbin’ the nina, it sound like a drum
finger been itchin’, i’m feelin’ real numb (d+mn)
[verse 2: reese loc]
what the f+ck goin’ on?
why they sayin’ they spinnin’ in songs? (stop cappin’ in y’all rap)
but they cappin’ in raps
dot got hit, n+gga check the app (legshot)
lotti got poked, n+gga tried to run track (lotti)
6ix got hit, all they do is lack (jay6ix)
call up banga, gon’ blitz through the back
ta gon’ blitz through the front
ain’t have to black, ’cause they saw me and run (y’all run when y’all see me)
like how many n+ggas got hit?
rah, dubs, kt, spliffed (kt)
all that mbf sh+t to my d+ck (mbk)
but i slide wit’ a mac’
rah, benz, matt, packed
dell, ray, lee, wacked
i said, dell, ray, lee, wacked

[verse 3: sugarhill chris]
in the field, better keep you a knock (grahh)
if you try to run up, i’ma cl!ck til’ you drop (grahh, grahh, grahh)
me and banga too deep, tryna bend on the opps (grrrta)
like, how many opps got sent up top? (lotti)
lotti, ms, jay6ix, dead (jay6ix)
on that block, i keep one in the head
catch lil’ ally, she get beat with the gun (b+tch)
she mad her bd got turned into runtz
2 to the 8, what the f+ck is that sh+t?
see tc, i’ma up this bl!ck (grahh)
in the v, too st+rdy, can’t catch this whip (at all)
can’t forget lil’ crash, he was runnin’ like rick
[outro: reese loc]
don’t run, don’t run
ahh, every opp shot, n+gga
it’s that reese loc n+gga, suck my d+ck

- sugarhill chris lyrics

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