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letra de demons and nightmares (released) - cj osama

[intro]
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah boom n-gga
still gettin’ the f-ckin’ money n-gga (like oy)
r.i.p all the f-ckin’ bros n-gga (mvkeyy)
like e4n, e4dotty, e4-

[chorus]
look, every part of ya’ll know people keep sayin’ “don’t slip”
before steppin’ on that court, i’mma lace up my kicks
i’m outside with his sister playin’ with no more kid
if he think the shots funny, his best n-gga flip
stomp on that block, we gon’ lurk on that timing
like, i pray to my demons, fill tape up, then ride
if it was up to me, we would go purge every block
if sh-t was up, i would cl!ck, everybody would drop
mention bro in your tracks, put the beam on his fitted’
do em’ like rah, shots hit em’ won’t have missed him (rah rah)
chasedown gang, n-gga duckin’ his biscuit
stomp on that block, always keep one, assisted

[verse 1]
why the f-ck that n-gga talk on lil’ dot? throwin’ them shots, we gon’ bend on they block
went on the court, tryna’ box, then dummy got shot
talk on the woofers’, but we smokin on lotti (lotti)
always out on the t’s, spot a bro, then he get fl!cked
scream, “4sev” 48 on the strip (tryna’ catch a lil loafer, make that n-gga trip, tryna’ do him like dubz, hit him in his wick)
[verse 2]
you can’t f-ck with the hill, cause you know we on top
h-h-how many n-ggas tried to spin and got dropped?
with the .5, like, we really stay on that block
why they actin? spin in the benz, never trust in a thot
this sh-t ain’t just a soldier that i dig, i’m really tryna’ make sh-t hot
no more leavin’, on buddy, chase him off the block, gotta stop
cut off my sh-t, gonna let sh-t flock, give a f-ck about them n-ggas tryna’ make sh-t pop
got it with vibes, is you with me or not? shoot through the coat when we step in the spot
it get real when you first through the lot, we ride for each other, you switching or not?
smokin’ his pops, yea, i stay on my time, coupe in the v, imma let more then 5 (we two o’s, like what’s poppin’? like two o’s, when we poppin’, they running inside)
what the f-ck is a war? lil boy oversized, talking on notti, we gon’ turn him to not (f-ck setty, a rat, if i see him i’mma follow, he gon’ fall, n-gga get left by tommorow)

[verse 3]
pick the opp, and she stylin’, like, “hop in the whip”
in the back full of set, she start l!ckin’ her lips
b-tch, she hanging her cheeks, bust on her lips tryna’ make sh-t lit
oh, she tryna run up? so it is what it is, in the choppa with the g, while i bust on her sh-t
she a lil freak, wanna be on vid, and she throw up the set, while she slobbering his sh-t
i be keepin’ with the bros, not tryna’ have a repeat
n-gga sound like gunzo, tryna catch a peedy
kilo gang, you know they not gon’ see me, talkin’ on bro, imma aim at they figi
pop out the sh-t, do a lil n-gga crazy, no remorse, we steppin’ on everything
free the o’s that was buggin’ crazy, no pretending
i want the members to focus on bein’ deadly-
[chorus]
look, every part of ya’ll know people keep sayin’ “don’t slip”
before steppin’ on that court, i’mma lace up my kicks
i’m outside with his sister playin’ with no more kid
if he think the shots funny, his best n-gga flip
stomp on that block, we gon’ lurk on that timing
like, i pray to my demons, fill tape up, then ride
if it was up to me, we would go purge every block
if sh-t was up, i would cl!ck, everybody would drop
mention bro in your tracks, put the beam on his fitted’
do em’ like rah, shots hit em’ won’t have missed him (rah rah)
chasedown gang, n-gga duckin’ his biscuit
stomp on that block, always keep one, assisted

[outro]
every f-ckin’ gunna shot n-gga

- cj osama

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