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last-dude – demon (mashup) كلمات اغاني

[chorus: pop smoke]
i got fifty_two shots in this glock, bet a n_gga won’t let up (woo)
xd, youngin totin’ beretta (red dot)
rufflin’ feathers (don’t get shot)
i leave ’em deader
i got your b_tch suckin’ on my treasure
i woo for the floss, yeah, we do it better
i got the hoes like i’m hugh hefner
b_tch, i’m a dog, i’m a blue devil
one dead in neiman, scannin’, it’s readin’
perc’ head, i’m geekin’, sh_t turn me to a demon
bad b_tch named riri, nice, but treeshy
she want me to breed her, i’m like, “nah, b_tch, you sneaky”

[verse 1: juice wrld]
d_mn, hundred round drum on me no reload
gun gon’ sing, no glee show
bape on my cape, no hero
vvs cold, subzero
off the molly, getting lost like nemo
steal bike, pull off like deebo
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code, uh
yeah, insurance, no geico, uh
swim in the p_ssy, feel like michael, uh
i do not f_ck with disciples, uh
i could put that sh_t on the bible, uh
big ass rifle, eiffel, uh
tower sh_t, no eiffel, uh
huh, my gun a football player, i load that b_tch, it tackle ya, uh
bad b_tch on my d_ck, she wanna f_ck for free, hmm
i got the clout, cash, cash, so she be f_ckin’ on me, uh
vacuum ho, way that she suckin’ on me, uh, yeah
pretty life, but these b_tches be so ugly, uh, yeah
[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
my paint is so wet, it’s so clean, put some soap in it
i’ll make you lean, but you ain’t drinkin’ no fanta
walk off the scene with a sawed off with no handle (woah)
gucci my seam and my pocket got four ‘nanas
okay, she give me the p_ssy, i float in it
okay, she do not like root beer, got coke in it (woah)
okay, her skin is so smooth ’cause she lotion it
grra_kada_boom, lil’ b_tch, i’m totin’ it (grra)
b.b. on me so i felt like i’m santana
only thing burberry probably my bandana
audemar p., so i cannot d_mn stand it
how i feel ’bout them xans same way i feel ’bout a ham sandwich
f_ck them girls together, make ’em just can_can it
them girls was nasty, enjoyed every d_mn minute
ball on a portable court with the sand in it
everything clear in the port when i land in it

[chorus: pop smoke & xxxtentacion]
i got fifty_two shots in this glock, bet a n_gga won’t let up (woo)
xd, youngin totin’ beretta (red dot)
rufflin’ feathers (don’t get shot)
i leave ’em deader
i got your b_tch suckin’ on my treasure
i woo for the floss, yeah, we do it better
i got the hoes like i’m hugh hefner
b_tch, i’m a dog, i’m a blue devil (ayy!)
one dead in neiman, scannin’, it’s readin’
perc’ head, i’m geekin’, sh_t turn me to a demon
bad b_tch named riri, nice, but treeshy
she want me to breed her (huh), i’m like, “nah, b_tch, you sneaky”
[verse 3: xxxtentacion]
“is that the wrong hole?!” no it isn’t b_tch you trippin’, yuh!
b_tch i’m post malone with that d_ck, yes that extension, yuh!
ho just hit my line, asked if my rap name is ‘x_tension’, yuh!
no, its xxx, you will catch my d_ck in your mentions, yuh!
grind on my c_ck, tony hawk, mmh, yuh, ayy
hide my d_ck and hit the female prison servin’ c_ck, ayy
this d_ck costs a band so if you touch you will be shot, ayy

- last dude

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