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letra de demon talk - yhung t.o.

[verse 1]
get to trippin’ off that remy, n-gga
ayy, wanna stop me? gon’ have to k!ll me, n-gga
tried to make these n-ggas feel me, n-gga
now he gotta take it up with god when sh-lls empty, n-gga
real sh-t, n-gga, don’t call me gang if you won’t drill sh-t
even back when i was broke, i used to feel rich
i hang with some real slimes with some real crips
catch a n-gga at a show and we gon’ still trip

[verse 2]
well n-gga, let’s up that score up then
eight years old, i hit that mic and i been goin’ in
felt like my music was goin’ up ’cause i ain’t score with man
them n-ggas shot at me ’bout shiek, i tried to fold ’em in
n-ggas know everybody hate when t.o. bounce out
he was a casualty at war, he shouldn’t have popped out
i’m tired of all these n-ggas rappin’ what they not ’bout
tryna up that thang but he was scared he was gon’ get knocked out
these n-ggas tellin’, ask around, we really steppin’
only god knows who get sent up to heaven
so when i see him again, i guess it’s gon’ be cool
but i’ma step on n-ggas face before they put me on the news
slidin’ through atlanta, ’bout to drop some for my uncle
tried to run and they still on ’em
never should have f-cked with ’em, d-mn, i thought i told ’em
oh, that’s them demons comin’ ’round that corner
oh, that’s a face shot? oh sh-t, let that bass drop
tired of all these n-ggas rappin’ ’bout these fake opps
thought he was a bad boy, said he can’t stop
had to hit that n-gga up and watch his face drop
[verse 3]
you wanna talk about the best, well let’s get silly, b-tch
two hundred-fifty for that deal, still tryna drill a b-tch
and i ain’t worried ’bout the real, ’cause they gon’ feel this sh-t
but for you fans that’s still confused, just let me say some sh-t
we the ones that made ’em pop off
say if he go against the grain, get ’em knocked off
the reason all this sh-t ending, said it’s my fault
hole-in-one in a opp, n-gga, but this not golf
rémy nice, i had to let go of them henny nights
if i ain’t slid in a minute, don’t be feelin’ right
then i get depressed, n-gga
like a rubber band, gang tryna stretch n-ggas
someone else sent someone wearin’ that vest, n-gga?
got these n-ggas in they feelings ’cause i left n-ggas
i upped this glock with this stock and let it bless n-ggas
and i ain’t trippin’ ’cause it was times that i had less, n-gga
but i’m up now, they be stuck now
all shooters in that truck now
r.b.e. bussin’ ’round my neck, b-tch, this bussed down
you and all them sucka n-ggas with you gon’ get gunned down

- yhung t o

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