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letra de westside demon - lil rae (atl)

[intro]
ycoe
sh-t, i mean
y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on, man it’s y
ycoe (ycoe)
ayy, y’all know how i’m just geeked up
man, this some draco wit’ the woods sittin’ right beside me, to my left
let’s do it, c’mon

[verse]
huh, i can’t even name this sh-t i’m puttin’ on, i just go get it
i can’t even name this ho i’m f-ckin’ on, but i still hit it (i’m talkin’ ’bout)
huh, huh, huh (huh, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
get in there, get in there (godd-mn)
he done cuffed that scram ho, huh, brudda’nem been in there (godd-mn)
all that sneak dissin’ inside yo’ songs, n-gga, be direct
luh loaded, you’s a ho and this is not no diss, i’m statin’ facts
all that cliquing up y’all n-ggas doing, tim, you better get back
(ayy, lil rae, man, what the h-ll you doin’?)
rollin’ up rell in a pack
whew, blew threw 20 thousand
we walk down, don’t shoot at houses
what’s up gwayy? i don’t want no beyonce, come bring me famoussally (okay)
lil rae don’t play, ho, i’m not smilin’
opp ho p-ssy, yeah, i’m poundin’ (okay, okay)
thumbin’ through this pape’, don’t talk to me, gon’ f-ck up what i’m countin’ (okay, okay)
runnin’ round, they found him there (whew)
that boy was deceased
tell the folks, “up my advance”
my views been increasin’
if you can’t, don’t plan on leavin’, huh
death row, b-tch, you stayin’
i f-ck with yc, i’m a westside demon, huh
steal from me, cut off yo’ hand
that boy is a rat, huh, i’m talkin’ ’bout young menace
wanna take that sh-t to instagram, you puttin’ them folks in our business (shh)
you can’t leave no witness (shh), you can’t leave no trace
(man, i know you outside too, what the f-ck you doin’, n-gga?)
pick up the pace
he ain’t make it back home, huh, because we smacked him
hit the opp ho, sent her back home, huh, right after i clapped her
it’s too many hoes for lil rae, gotta fit them on my calendar
and i know my drink say “pineapple” but i’m sippin’ on dirty fanta, huh (godd-mn, godd-mn)
you ain’t used to like me back in school
now you wanna f-ck me, why? ’cause i got these blues
label asked me would i do a song with buddy, i said “who?” (who the f-ck these n-ggas?)
be in the p-ssy all night, don’t break a sweat, but i said “whew” (whew)
[outro]
i’m tired as h-ll, haha
ayy, listen
it’s ycoe ’til the death of me, man
i would keep goin’ on this b-tch, man, but i feel sick as h-ll
it feel like i’m gotta throw up (i’m off these percs right now)
sh-t, huh, ycoe (i’m off these percs)
(i swear i’m on 2023, we in the back) (whew)
(i feel like jordan in this b-tch)
(i’m high as h-ll)

- lil rae atl

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