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letra de demon - cash kidd

[intro]
(ayy, jk)

[verse]
big ‘woods full of cookie, i just transformed
never lackin’, bro clutchin’ on the dance floor
yeah, chalk a n-gga like a blackboard
yeah, the way my n-ggas get to trippin’, need a passport, ayy
had a ball with your b-tch, now i’m back bored
boy, don’t make me slide down like a van door
ayy, out here makin’ moves like a landlord
huh, we been punchin’ all day, kids next door
ayy, ayy, huh
be right back, i got a neck appointment at four
all she wanna do is f-ck and play pandora
all i’m thinkin’ ’bout is head, how should i ask for it?
catch a vibe, catch this nut, alright, time to leave
put my people through so much, my apologies
everything i ever did was for the family
pops, i’m happy that i got to make you proud of me
on my way to them m’s, yeah, finally
y’all n-ggas actin’ like hoes, call ’em tyler p
yeah, heard you havin’ money problems, sign to me
off-white hoodie on like it’s kinda bleached, ayy
off-white belt like it’s dingy
i’m a whole different n-gga when i f-ck her off the henny
i was sleep, she gave me head from the side like a penny
we was punchin’ lyfts, doin’ turn-arounds, sh-t was risky
sick i cut my headhunter off, b-tch too friendly
f-ck around and told the b-tch i love her, i’m so silly
big-ass titties on the ratchet, call it wendy
ain’t too proud to beg, david ruffin, please don’t tempt me
n-gga, ayy, n-gga soft—
ayy
y’all think them n-ggas cut, but they hoes really, ayy, ayy
what you walk around with twenty in your pants for?
sh-t, i tried to count fifty, but my hands sore
she say, “i used to f-ck with marc, he a manwh0re”
well, b-tch, you shoulda held on, ’cause your man poor
ooh, she deepthroatin’, ’bout to make me do the dashboard
chillin’ in the presidential suite, feel like al gore
huh, drop her right back off on elmore
when that beam in your face, it ain’t camcorder, ayy
thousand for these ugly shoes, f-ck it, i was bored
in the store with two card crackers like a smore
sh-t’ll never ever be the same like it was before
y’all n-ggas on punishment, still ain’t off the porch
your b-tch called my metro, said she want some more
every day i make it home, gotta thank the lord
i know n-ggas want me dead and gone
i could never leave the strap at home
n-ggas talk down on they mans to hoes
for some p-ssy, they’ll sell they soul
lately, i been thinkin’ ’bout rez and tone
for them bands, blow you like a saxophone, huh
lost respect for a lot of n-ggas, ayy
they want me and all my dogs to be in competition
team full of solid n-ggas, we is not them n-ggas
don’t hit me up, ’cause i’m chargin’ all you floppin’ n-ggas
phone on do not disturb, i’m not tryna kick it
gucci receipt so f-ckin’ long, look like i got a ticket
your stingy ass cuffed that b-tch, i was just tryna hit it
yeah, ayy, but i heard she a demon
on the road, i been thinkin’
yeah, huh, yeah, yeah
reminiscin’, i been fiendin’
you the only one know how to eat it
motherf-ckin’ demon
demon

- cash kidd

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