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letra de demon time (explicit) - deuce fsg

on the same thang n-gga
naha 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

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 let a n-gga take mе, have to bust a brain
(blow)
went through dark nights alone built mе 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)
i’m 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 opponent
(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)
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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