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yhung t.o. - demon talk lyrics

[verse 1]
get to trippin’ off that remy, n+gga
ayy, wanna stop me? gon’ have to k!ll me, n+gga
tried to make these n+ggas feel me, n+gga
now he gotta take it up with god when sh+lls empty, n+gga
real sh+t, n+gga, don’t call me gang if you won’t drill sh+t
even back when i was broke, i used to feel rich
i hang with some real slimes with some real crips
catch a n+gga at a show and we gon’ still trip

[verse 2]
well n+gga, let’s up that score up then
eight years old, i hit that mic and i been goin’ in
felt like my music was goin’ up ’cause i ain’t score with man
them n+ggas shot at me ’bout shiek, i tried to fold ’em in
n+ggas know everybody hate when t.o. bounce out
he was a casualty at war, he shouldn’t have popped out
i’m tired of all these n+ggas rappin’ what they not ’bout
tryna up that thang but he was scared he was gon’ get knocked out
these n+ggas tellin’, ask around, we really steppin’
only god knows who get sent up to heaven
so when i see him again, i guess it’s gon’ be cool
but i’ma step on n+ggas face before they put me on the news
slidin’ through atlanta, ’bout to drop some for my uncle
tried to run and they still on ’em
never should have f+cked with ’em, d+mn, i thought i told ’em
oh, that’s them demons comin’ ’round that corner
oh, that’s a face shot? oh sh+t, let that bass drop
tired of all these n+ggas rappin’ ’bout these fake opps
thought he was a bad boy, said he can’t stop
had to hit that n+gga up and watch his face drop
[verse 3]
you wanna talk about the best, well let’s get silly, b+tch
two hundred+fifty for that deal, still tryna drill a b+tch
and i ain’t worried ’bout the real, ’cause they gon’ feel this sh+t
but for you fans that’s still confused, just let me say some sh+t
we the ones that made ’em pop off
say if he go against the grain, get ’em knocked off
the reason all this sh+t ending, said it’s my fault
hole+in+one in a opp, n+gga, but this not golf
rémy nice, i had to let go of them henny nights
if i ain’t slid in a minute, don’t be feelin’ right
then i get depressed, n+gga
like a rubber band, gang tryna stretch n+ggas
someone else sent someone wearin’ that vest, n+gga?
got these n+ggas in they feelings ’cause i left n+ggas
i upped this glock with this stock and let it bless n+ggas
and i ain’t trippin’ ’cause it was times that i had less, n+gga
but i’m up now, they be stuck now
all shooters in that truck now
r.b.e. bussin’ ’round my neck, b+tch, this bussed down
you and all them sucka n+ggas with you gon’ get gunned down

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