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letra de devious! - prodmusa

devious! lyrics
[intro: musa & lawsy]
i roll with a stick ’cause i feel like i can
i’m feeling this bean, i’m off the vyvanse
see me a l!ck, can’t stop smiling
devious l!cks, i can’t stop wilin’
professional shooter, don’t miss like james bond
you’re lonely and broke you cry to your momma
black air force 1s in the night
yeah, ahh, ahh
musa
yeah, woah

[chorus: musa]
i roll with a stick ’cause i feel like i can
i’m feeling this bean, i’m off the vyvanse
see me a l!ck, can’t stop smiling
devious l!cks, i can’t stop wilin’
professional shooter, don’t miss like james bond
you’re lonely and broke you cry to your momma
black air force 1s, you can’t outrun
stick ’em up your body’s dried
i roll with a stick ’cause i feel like i can
i’m feeling this bean, i’m off the vyvanse
see me a l!ck, can’t stop smiling
devious l!cks, i can’t stop wilin’
professional shooter, don’t miss like james bond
you’re lonely and broke you cry to your momma
black air force 1s, in the night, ahh-ahh
[verse 1: musa]
yeah, i scam a band don’t feel it, uh
pocket a molly i’m feeling, ahh
i scam a band and feel like god
in the club, in the club
in the club, in the club
boy watch your team, hit and run
fraud a band insurances
you talk your sh-t you get run up
i scam a band, i don’t feel at all
i scam a band i feel like—
run up your man, he’s so mad
hide the body no evidence
running through dead presidents
i don’t know my way back
yeah, f-ck with me, meet my team
hop in the coupe, in a maybach

[verse 2: lawsy]
yeah, hop in a coupe, man, i hop in the h-llcat (gop in the h-llcat)
talking that sh-t, finna give you h-ll, yeah (give you h-ll, yeah)
smoking on straight gas, where the boof at? (b-tch, where the boof at?)
back in the day i was smoking on boof pack (i was smoking on boof pack)
now i’m up, b-tch, i’m serving the new pack (i’m serving the new pack)
b-tch i’m the plug, selling the drugs (i’m selling the drugs)
you need some gas? i got you with a new pack, yeah (got you a new pack, yeah)
this sh-t no cap, no lie (b-tch, no lie)
all these new rappers feel the need to lie (they feel the need to lie)
you ain’t no trapper see it in your eyes (i see it in your eyes)
spin the block again, again, catch ’em by surprise (again, again)
pop me a perc, i feel like i can fly
pop out no fetty wap, took out his eye
we still doing fraud every single night
[chorus: musa]
i roll with a stick ’cause i feel like i can
i’m feeling this bean, i’m off the vyvanse
see me a l!ck, can’t stop smiling
devious l!cks, i can’t stop wilin’
professional shooter, don’t miss like james bond
you’re lonely and broke you cry to your momma
black air force 1s, in the night, ahh-ahh

- prodmusa

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