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letra de demon time - deuce fsg

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demon time lyrics
on the same thang n-gga

na forreal

shoot ‘em up bang bang my shootas on the same thang
(get k!lled, blood spill)

i done been broke down bad had to learn to maintain
(f-ck how you feel)

out with choppas in the field

verse:
shoot ‘em up bang bang my shootas on the same thang
(bang! bang! same thang)

i done been broke down bad had to learn to maintain
(maintain)

you said it’s smoke b—-, i pull up where ya hang
(skrt, skrt, skrt)

pull up by myself and i slide without the gang
(i slide without the gang)

i’m tryna slime ya out the game
put em onna shirt no picture frame
(no picture frame)

ima leave just how i came
(just how i came)

fa i lеt a n-gga take me, have to bust a brain
(blow)

whеn through dark nights alone built me up and made me strong
(made me strong n-gga)

said they’ll neva leave but it seem they all gone

smoke out a pound until it’s gone
(until it’s gone)

squeeze until the rounds gone
(til the rounds gone)

free my hounds until they home

me and the devil we at home
(we at home b—-)

they ain’t on what i’m on
demon time i’m in my zone

i ain’t talkin’ too much kuz i be ready to slime em off

all that postin on the net

f-ck that, just slime ya off
(uh, uh, come hea)

all that postin’ on the net
(don’t try to run b—-)

i still ain’t pressed that’s a loss

send a groupie out ya way

then we pull up and log ya off
(log em off)

covid ain’t gone knock ya off
(covid ain’t gone knock ya off)

i keep the heat molotov
(i keep the heat molotov)

first one to reach i’m rockin’ off
thinkin’ it’s sweet i knock ya off
(i knock ya off)

bout a bucket drop ya off

ima self made boss
(ima self made boss)

still praying to a cross

eatin’ good rick ross

check my drip i got the sauce

swervin’ in traffic gettin’ loss
(skrt skrt)

taxin’ for shows i’m gettin’ off

don’t need no feature i got pull
(i got pull)

in the field with the wolves
(in the field with the wolves)

im in chicago with a bull

b—- you know i keep a tool

we still gon eat after we full

aye, pull up with a glizzy jit

you know i got bout 30 on it
(real gang s—)

pillow talkin don’t condone it
(bust yo brain b—-)

walkin’ down all my opponents
(sn-tch yo chain demon)

i know you n-ggas don’t want it

b—- i’m on it!!!

smokin’ gas back to back

i can’t f— with nat nat
(nope)

catch me chillin in a splat
(in a splat)

went from broke to pocket fat
(pocket fat)

all profit pocket that

fully loaded no c-ckin’ back
(mm mm)

droppin’ back like dak
(mm mm)

spin a hunnit right out the splat
(gang)

outro:
swear to god

i ain’t even doin’ to much talkin

y’all n-ggas already know what the f— on & y’all know who it is i’m outta here, on god!

- deuce fsg

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