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letra de dëmon tied - yeat deluxer

[intro]
(i-i’m—)
(i-i’m—)
(i-i’m working on dying)
(bnyx)
hmm
woo-hoo, hmm, woo (hmm)

[chorus]
man, the devil been watching my ties, man, the devil been watching my eyes (woo, look at my chop down, look at my left, ahh)
when i boot up, i go to the sky, when i food up, i go in that lockdown mode
i just hope that i make it, don’t die, ah, i just hope that i see twenty five (five)
i’m knowing i had a fit (fit), i’m changing the rules like a ref, hah
i grab on that b-tch like a steel, i just clap on this b-tch like a fiend, yeah
pull up on the jet while it land
pull up to la with a bag, yeah
pull up to new york with a stack (yeah)
i just be quiet ’bout sh-t, i don’t brag (yeah)
pull up in a fast car, cullinan, b-tch, not a jaguar
colored bugatti, this b-tch go three hundred, i’m pushing this b-tch on the blacktop (yeah, yes)
i dropped fivе hundred k, b-tch, i tweak, made this sh-t all in my sleep (swеrve)
made it back, two m’s, yeah i don’t sleep (swerve, swerve)
i’m speeding off b-tch, yeah you weak (swerve, swerve)
i know when the world f-ck with me, they suckin’ my d-ck in my sleep (swerve)
i run up the muhf-ckin’ m’s, i’m touching a m each week
i hop on this sh-t and i beat, i turn up i beat on the beat
[verse]
i told them to shut the f-ck up, that all of their sh-t is so weak
pull up and stab on they ass, pull up and pull up the grass, huh
i drop a mil’ on a tab, but nah, i ain’t paying it back, b-tch (uh)
i promise, lil’ b-tch, you’ll get stabbed, i put it on your f-ckin’ back
i blowin’ your bae out, i’m callin’ your pap, callin’ your dad
it’s time to collapse, all of my money, all of my swag, i’m takin’ it back
shipping them off, shut the f-ck up, i’ll show you the trap (i’ll show you luh trap)
i was just swervin’ that daily, was swervin’ that muhf-ckin’ cat
you can pull up to my crib, and you gon’ end up dead (bop bop)

[chorus]
man, the devil been watching my ties, man, the devil been watching my eyes
when i boot up, i go to the sky, when i food up, i go in that lockdown mode
i just hope that i make it, don’t die, ah, i just hope that i see twenty five (five)
i’m knowing i had a fit, i’m changing the rules like a ref, hah
i grab on that b-tch like a steel, i just clap on this b-tch like a fiend, yeah
pull up on the jet while it land
pull up to la with a bag
pull up to new york with a stack
i just be quiet ’bout sh-t, i don’t brag
pull up in a fast car, cullinan, b-tch, not a jaguar
call up bugatti, this b-tch go three hundred, i’m pushing this b-tch on the blacktop (yeah, yes)
i dropped five hundred k, b-tch, i tweak, made this sh-t all in my sleep
made it back, two m’s, yeah i don’t sleep
i’m speeding off b-tch, are you weak
(i know when the world f-ck with me, they suckin’ my d-ck in my sleep)
(i run up the muhf-ckin’ m’s, i’m touching the m each week)
(i hop on this sh-t and i beat, i turn up i beat on the beat)
(hmm, hmm)
(hmm)

- yeat deluxer

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