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letra de demon - antisocial beats

[intro]
yeah, wop
yeah, i’m having fun with this sh-t again, that’s how we coming, right here
hey, anti, what it do, lil’ brodie? (this a anti beat)
yeah, wop
yeah
(this is petro gang)

[verse]
i got bodies on my top so when i pray, it’s to the devil
i know you n-ggas be wanting me fall
go ‘head, tell ’em to wait, i’m better
i saw a n-gga whack something for a bezzle
same one ended up hot like a desert
i got a foreign b-tch calling me papi
we ’bout to go have a quinceañera
n-gga i know trying to bake me a cake, i’ma stretch it
just gеt the f-ck out the way when i catch him
wе still delivering bags like eddies
b-tches’ll f-ck on your homie, they petty
never gon’ rat, tell ’em give me a celly
whatever i say out my mouth, i’ma mean it
whole lot of js that come back feining
bro said he went through the ‘dice with a demon
huh, wop, huh, opp n-ggas know what i’m on, i’m cooling
they don’t want me to get back on my sh-t with boxes and glocks and paying out shooters
jumpouts coming, i gotta manuever
i bought a 23c with a cooler
i’m staying true to my f-cking religion so i’m still selling the b-tter to buddha
i got this sh-t that’ll hit light and crucial
it put him down but he woke up booted
he getting zooted, that sh-t got him clueless
i see the high in his eye and his pupils
casings in maryland so i need a lawyer
they know i’m giving my money to mooney
she keep on eating like bologna
better stop kissing the b-tch who be chewing me
shots out the glock, we be giving out domes
they tried to hit his ass in his medula
n-ggas was close but was playing me phoney
thought they was sl!ck till i noticed they used
fat sh-t on me whenever i’m moving
clutching the micro-drac’ in the uber
winning for sure, i ain’t f-cking with losers
i’m on the cruddy with uzi, shooting a movie
huh, yeah, haha, lemme f-ck up this insturmental
i’m coming straight off the top, when i speak for the block, i want to be detrimental
slide through blocks and i hop in tinted
i know a n-gga who never was with it
and now i got up, he be tryna be with me
but now it’s my time to tell him forget it
b-tches be birds, they keep playing chicken
one b-tch had the nerve to say i’m ridiculous
now we talking ’bout nerves and wishes
like, she said that but she still want givenchy
live in the house but i never be in it
get to my myself and that b-tch, it be tripping
you got a way but i said i’ma get you
he was just up now his dumbass crippled

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