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letra de demon season - big slimey b

[intro]
(dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
(yeaah, uh-huh, f-ck is you talkin’ ‘bout?)
(grrah, grrah, boom, boom)

[verse 1: big slimey b]
we pull up with them switches (brrt), f-ck a witness (f-ck ‘em)
hundred shots up in this b-tch, it’s f-ck the opposition (bah, bah)
i been stackin’ money tall, b-tch, i’m on a mission (on a mission)
n-gga run up on me wrong, he gon’ end up missin’ (f-ck n-gga, missin’)
f-ck your gang, f-ck your block, b-tch, i’m with the drillers (gang, gang)
put a tag on a n-gga head, now my pockets bigger (racks)
spin your hood, broad day, we don’t wait for night (nah)
let a p-ssy play with me, i’m takin’ off his life (boom, boom)
b-tch, i came from the mud, glock came with a drum (grrah)
shoot a n-gga in his face, leave his ass dumb (dumb, f-ck n-gga)
i don’t trust no b-tch, i don’t trust no opp (never)
play around with me, you get smoked on the spot (boom, boom, boom)
diamonds on me dancin’, b-tch, i came from nothin’ (ice, ice)
talkin’ like he hard, but that f-ck n-gga bluffin’ (bluffin’)
we got ars, we got macs, we got glocks, we got k’s (all that sh-t)
catch him lackin’, broad day, put his ass in a grave (b-tch, boom)

[verse 2: lil 50]
(grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
b-tch, i’m on that savage sh-t (savage), f-ck yo’ average b-tch (f-ck her)
n-ggas talk that cap-ass sh-t, i let the ratchet spit (brrt)
i been on that demon time, p-ssy boy can’t handle mine (nah)
glock up in my hand, i let it shine just like a candle light (boom, boom)
n-gga, f-ck yo’ cousin, f-ck yo’ mama, f-ck yo’ whole block (f-ck all them b-tches)
i’m the type to catch a opp slippin’ at the bus stop (bah, bah)
i don’t give a f-ck who you wit’, b-tch, we spin sh-t (spin it)
b-tch, i put that .50 to his face and made his wig split (grrah, grrah)
on the e-way doin’ hunnid, smokin’ opps in traffic (skrrt)
every time i see a f-ck n-gga, it get tragic (bah, bah, boom)
put that n-gga on a shirt, i ain’t talkin’ fashion (nah)
every time the switchy hit, that b-tch sound like clappin’ (grrah, grrah, grrah)
f-ck yo’ set, f-ck yo’ dead mans, we don’t feel sh-t (f-ck ‘em all)
i just bought another glock, b-tch, it came with k!ll switch (brrt)
n-ggas know i’m reckless, shoot his ass necklace (boom)
hit his chest, make a mess, paramedics stressin’ (ha-ha, f-ck n-gga dead)
i don’t got no patience, b-tch, i’m on that murder sh-t (murder)
i just caught another body, i ain’t heard of it (shhh)
keep that on the low, b-tch, i’m posted with the pole (pole)
i been steppin’ on these n-ggas, put his brains up on the floor (b-tch, grrah)
n-gga, f-ck yo’ hood, f-ck yo’ team, f-ck yo’ b-tch too (f-ck her)
i just bought a chopper, it’s gon’ split him like some tissue (bah)
i don’t do no talkin’, we just walk up, we don’t diss you (nah)
i been puttin’ n-ggas in the dirt, it’s not an issue (grrah, boom, boom)
[outro]
(dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
(grrah, grrah, boom, boom, boom, boom)

- big slimey b

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