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worldstarhiphop - demon talk lyrics

[chorus]
i’m lean sippin’, i’m glock grippin’
opps still talkin’, they not spinnin’
my ho still trippin’, i told her, “listen”
we slide through they block, we gon’ make them go missin’
uh, no repentance, uh, no forgiveness
i just put a beam on his head, woah, he finished
b+tch screamin’, she fiendin’
she beggin’ for the d+ck like a junkie, she need it
uh, i bleed it, i seen it
bodies droppin’ quick, they ain’t breathin’
we drill sh+t, no pretendin’
hit him in the mouth, now he t++thless

[verse 1]
my fn got my drac’ jealous
red beam, i hit his melon, left him opеn like a deli
last n+gga gave mе side+eye, now the coroner check him
whole gang screamin’ “die, die,” tell the reverend to bless him
we be poppin’ percs for breakfast, i don’t feel no pressure
his lil’ b+tch just sent the addy, now she gon’ get extra
she suckin’, she obsessed with the way my neck is flexin’
i stretch her, then i test her, she do tricks just like a wrestler
got poles in every section, this sh+t deeper than confessions
i sent a hit, they steppin’, i ain’t stressin’, i ain’t guessin’
if he talkin’, then we press him, hollows hot, that sh+t depressin’
left his brains all on the curb, now his momma got a blessin’
[chorus]
i’m lean sippin’, i’m glock grippin’
opps still talkin’, they not spinnin’
my ho still trippin’, i told her, “listen”
we slide through they block, we gon’ make them go missin’
uh, no repentance, uh, no forgiveness
i just put a beam on his head, woah, he finished
b+tch screamin’, she fiendin’
she beggin’ for the d+ck like a junkie, she need it
uh, i bleed it, i seen it
bodies droppin’ quick, they ain’t breathin’
we drill sh+t, no pretendin’
hit him in the mouth, now he t++thless

[verse 2]
uh, i’m walkin’ through the trenches with my chain on
try to sn+tch it, b+tch, i bet that you won’t make it home
chopper sing like usher, b+tch, i let it burn, gone
they callin’ me the reaper, how i put sh+t in a tombstone
shawty say she nasty, she gon’ eat it like a lunch plate
d+ck up in her throat, she barely breathin’, make her suffocate
spin the block, then double back, them hollows left his stomach flat
he tried to run, he turn his back, i hit him in his f+ckin’ hat
wait—she bad? uh+huh
got ass? uh+huh
she mad? uh+huh
too bad? uh+huh
she wanna f+ck, i got the racks
i got the glock, she hold my strap
if i say go, she set the trap
she line the opps up, get ‘em whacked
[chorus]
i’m lean sippin’, i’m glock grippin’
opps still talkin’, they not spinnin’
my ho still trippin’, i told her, “listen”
we slide through they block, we gon’ make them go missin’
uh, no repentance, uh, no forgiveness
i just put a beam on his head, woah, he finished
b+tch screamin’, she fiendin’
she beggin’ for the d+ck like a junkie, she need it
uh, i bleed it, i seen it
bodies droppin’ quick, they ain’t breathin’
we drill sh+t, no pretendin’
hit him in the mouth, now he t++thless

[outro]
hands on your knees, buss it down
spin the block, go another round
hollows hot, make ‘em touch the ground
he ain’t tough, now he ain’t makin’ sound
jump around, jump around
switch go “brrt,” that b+tch shut ‘em down
let me see that ass buss it down
but first, let me load this 30 round

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