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letra de fighting demons - t-shyne

[intro: young thug]
yeah
got my n-gga too fly in this motherf-cker with me
you know what i’m sayin’?
(blanco)

[chorus: young thug]
half a percocet got me dreamin’ (yeah)
another homicide, and it’s still meaningless, uh
i been in the trenches, fightin’ demons (let’s go)
now i can wake up and cop a demon, woah
[?], he’ll sing, hah
everyone of these b-tches tryin to fling me
b-tches wanna eat a n-gga s-m-n (woah, woah)
for no reason

[verse 1: young thug]
yeah, these n-ggas mini-mes
my career on fire, like the bottom of a chimney
my crib came with amenities, stars in the ceiling
and my first girl broke my heart, and i swear to god, i’m still healin’
my wrist cost a ten, a ki’, and it’s below zero
i broke up out the cage and made millions like a hero
i grew up in the trenches, my grandpa was sippin’ tito
i count up all my racks, i want two hundred thou’ on cee-lo, uh-huh
couldn’t afford a jacket, now all my sh-t a peacoat
i was stackin’ all my c-notes, now my [?] raw kilo
i can bring out all my cars and watch the kids just go play bingo
i’m a gangsta to the core, but i can’t tell like i’m nino, oh, no-no
[chorus: young thug]
half a percocet got me dreamin’ (yeah)
another homicide, and it’s still meaningless, uh
i been in the trenches, fightin’ demons (let’s go)
now i can wake up and cop a demon, woah
[?], he’ll sing, hah
everyone of these b-tches tryin to fling me
b-tches wanna eat a n-gga s-m-n (woah, woah)
for no reason

[verse 2: t-shyne]
never made the honor roll, but it’s plenty drugs that i done sold
they sent my brother down the road, and that’s same day my heart turned cold
started gettin’ that real money, i think when i turned twenty years old
rainbow on my wrist, that’s why they treat me like a pot of gold
my crib came with amenities, i ain’t worried ’bout my enemies
’cause they can’t come, and if they do, i got a chopstick ready to get it done, yeah
two number one’s in the same year, i feel like [obi-wan?]
shawty tryna give me p-ssy, she feel like she owe me some
after i count this money up, you know i’m headed back home
used to say i’d be a star and n-ggas used to get they laugh on
now they hit me up like, “d-mn, i swear you k!lled your last song”
every day, i pray to god, he helped me get my cash on
the route i had to take, it wasn’t scenic
countin’ dirty money outside the cleaners
screamin’, “free my n-ggas,” ’til they free ’em
everybody here singin’
[chorus: young thug]
half a percocet got me dreamin’ (yeah)
another homicide, and it’s still meaningless, uh
i been in the trenches, fightin’ demons (let’s go)
now i can wake up and cop a demon, woah
[?], he’ll sing, hah
everyone of these b-tches tryin to fling me
b-tches wanna eat a n-gga s-m-n (woah, woah)
for no reason

[outro]
(blanco)

- t shyne

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