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letra de demon takeover - migodeuce & daboyvonn

[intro: migodeuce]
haaan
no way, hozay

[verse 1: migodeuce]
n-ggas talking sh-t so i’m back on my sh-t, aye
hustle out the trap, got me feeling like nip, aye
your b-tch hit my line ’cause i got that drip, aye
a n-gga too saucy, pulled up in the whip, aye (skrrt)
call me a lighter ’cause n-gga, i’m lit, aye
married to the money, need a rollie on my wrist, aye
trapping with the gang, might as well hit some l!cks, aye
shoot you with the 30, have you bleed out ya lips, aye

[verse 2: daboyvonn]
aye
keep on talking, we gone run in your mit (what?)
come here, b-tch, let me show you a trick (come here)
n-ggas hate so i ride with a stick (skrrt)
d-mn, i keep a cannon, but no, i’m not nick (nope)
aye, they keep clocking me (what?)
they keep watching me (okay)
thinking i’mma make a move, d-mn, like monopoly
i feel like i’m dej loaf, how these n-ggas be trying me
they say they got 223s, but i f-ck up them properties
so much money, you would think i hit the lottery (aye, aye)
i swear i gotta be up top, yeah, that’s how it gotta be (uptop, uptop)
i’mma blow and show every n-gga whoever doubted me
i’mma show you no dj khaled, young n-gga, got the key

[verse 3: migodeuce]
d-mn, okay, let me back at it
booked so many sessions, lil n-gga, i’m a addict
step up in the building, everybody like what’s happening
man, i feel like reco cause i finna cause havoc
your n-ggas get to yapping while my n-ggas get to blasting (blaah)
your b-tches get to clapping while my b-tches get to slapping
leave the opps dead, yeah, put em in a casket (goodnight)
we on new levels, lil n-gga, different brackets
have the whole gang eating steak and good crab meat
all these b-tches really want my money, they can’t trap me
me & von, yeah, we up next, take a backseat
watch me & von run the beat like a trackmeet

[verse 4: daboyvonn]
aye, deuce, f-ck that, i need a check (check)
p-ssy playing with our money, i’mma snap his neck (uh-huh)
i told you, i’mma different type n-gga
i can’t lack (at all)
i don’t keep a kangaroo, my .40 kick like it’s jack (graah)
you the type of n-gga, see a opp, and get to running (what?)
i’mma type of n-gga, see a opp, and get to dumping (okay)
two different n-ggas, i got money, but you steady stuntin’ (for real)
me and deuce going back to back, and we steady snapping
we ain’t never get no love, we had to turn to rapping (to rap)
f-ck a fraction, b-tch, we giving n-ggas bullet holes (bah-bah-bah)
since we going back 2 back, don’t never break the code (nope)
and i always got your back, just never f-cking fold (at all)

[verse 5: migodeuce]
you don’t know my name, just look at my chain, now
got me some fans, and you know they amazed how
a young n-gga be balling, yeah, i got it made now
i’m on my way up, y’all n-ggas on your way down
better watch out, ’cause these bullets, they rain down (baah)
my 30 like a pillow, yeah, it help you lay down
this sh-t get dangerous, so no you can’t stay ’round
this ain’t no playground, my n-gga, don’t play ’round (at all)
aye

[outro: migodeuce]
aye, this ain’t no playground, my n-ggas don’t play ’round
no way, hozay

- migodeuce daboyvonn

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