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letra de demons - prince trav

[intro]
i can’t get these motherf-ckers outta my head man
i can’t get em’ outta my head
oh, god help me
in jesus name
f-ck me man

[verse 1]
uh, waitin’ for the drop
coming from the top
i could flow forever and it’s never gonna stop
beaten like a beamer
walkin’ down the street with a flow that is cleaner
lookin’ for ya b-tch but i ain’t never seen her
focused on my sony flow
coming out ya speakers
i deserve a crown
taking over towns
leave em in a trance
in a paused state
come and get your neighbor
just like all state
full of clever puns
gonna shine bright like the motherf-ckin’ sun
here’s your forecast
this is prince trav
giving out everything i have
raining on a b-tch
take from the rich and give to the poor
so may gifts that it’s busting in your door
if ya can’t tell i’m f-ck your mother p-ssed
upset with the rich
i’ll slit ya f-cking throats and show it to ya kids
f-cking k!ll em too
spill their piru
ain’t good for nothing
but sitting around and stunting
and showing off their money
ima stop the trend
if you ride in a benz
then i’m coming for your neck
open up the coffin, then lay you down dead
talk watchu bout
not your bank account
tape up your mouth and never leave a sound
drop you in a lake
new water boy, now you bobby boucher
this the fubu but you got your new boots
and they made of concrete
sink to the bottom where ya can’t f-cking breathe
ya can’t f-ck with me then hop off my d
flowing like its greased
i never want your peace
i’m living life leased
motherf-cking beast that leave the rich deceased
f-ck y’all

[bridge]
demons
got a lot of demons
haha
el espíritu santo
sálvame

[verse 2]
yo f-ck with prince trav
then bullet in ya back
put you in the ground
now talk to me now
coming out my mental
these demons never gentle
supplemental, my rhymes sentimental
monumental, what i finna be continental
now go and tell em’
homies bustin’ that pistol
come up in the kitchen and they cookin’ that crystal
sell it on the street get popped by the heat
po-po bust in the door
pop 1, pop 2, pop 3, pop 4
never coming back
cuz you sellin’ that crack
cl1ck-clack, man of the pack
put it on ya f-cking snapback
back track, running like a halfback
away from ya payback
in the f-cking pitch black
with it in ya backpack
running like a racetrack
til ya feel the comeback
have ya cap cut back
uh, let a bruh breathe
demons out my cap
and these tricks out my sleeves
this the technique
now let a zeus speak
god is talking bow down on your knees
you all f-cking sin so i’ll never grant ya peace
like the n0bel prize
you down for mine then bust a #9
i don’t give a f-ck tho, that’s the surprise
listen to it now when i’m gloating on a track
listen to it now cuz i’m reppin’ prince trav
f-ck a drug dealer and the fiends with the feeling
take another hit overdose to the ceiling
uh, overdose to the ceiling
yeah, i’m done calling out
this is for now
i’m the f-cking best
but i don’t got my crown

- prince trav

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