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riley dupree - demon mode lyrics

[intro: riley dupree]
hah, hah
ayy, ayy
yee, yee, it’s riley, b_tch

[verse 1: riley dupree]
ayy, like i pour gasoline on every bl!ck i shoot, it spit out fire
got some sh_t tear down a dinosaur if they were still alive
send ’em ten, get it done, say, that’s a murder that got hired
and somebody got a bl!ck, he still gon’ shoot, he still gon’ drive
run his mouth, then his feet, he used to live, he ain’t alive
shoot this b_tch until it jam up and i gotta’ smack the side
choppa bullets hit his whip, make you steer off to the side
say you the realest n_gga breathin’, that must mean that riley died
gang hit my jack, timе to suit up and load up all on ’em smackers
time to go clеan up the scene, i pull up wit’ my arm & hammer
hit his head, watch it fall down like you brushin’ off some dandruff
gotta’ watch out for the neighbors, ring lights got you on camera
sh_t hit different when them switches get to workin’ wit’ no manners
say she wanna f_ck, f_ck it, put it in my planner
eat this bl!ck and when we finished, don’t know how to use no magnum
i be busy trappin’ daily from kansas city to atlanta
ayy, momma raised a gangster, i can’t go for nun’
test me, i’m a g, i up the fully, cook ’em, overdone
what that mean? b_tch, that mean i burnt ’em, overk!ll like my name peezy
don’t let me catch you slippin’ in that kitchen, do you greasy
i don’t f_ck wit’ xd pistols, i don’t like them lemon squeezies
make me have to drop you earlier than yo’ time like you a premie
it’s just sbg5l, come f_ck wit’ us, you catch a [?]
them pots and pans get put to work, from soft to hard to make a sale
load up them clips wearin’ gloves, don’t want my prints on any sh_lls
take apart the strap, throw out different pieces in the well
no murder weapons and no face, ain’t got no case, ain’t got no trial
i just counted up a hunnid hunnid’s in my room, it made me smile
uh
[verse 2: enphamus]
i ain’t gotta’ drop a hunnid hunnid’s, i could still go f_ck yo’ momma
i bang for p, not ysl, but i still ride around wit’ gunna
i go get money, f_ck on b_tches, i still be wit’ all the drama
act like you raw, i’ll pop you raw, b_tch, i’ll bust you like a condom
no cap, no kizzy, uh
no bap, i’m dizzy, uh
four flat, still hit ’em
in the church this sunday, i’m still comin’ to get you
just hit my phone like, “you go brazy, n_gga, keep goin'”
d_mn near a superstar, i still’ll go out on a strong arm, on god
more bowls, more liquor, uh
two hoes, they scissor, uh
she f_ck on her sister, huh
she mad at her n_gga, huh
i can’t go for nothin’ strange, i still watch stranger things
ain’t got nothin’ for a b_tch but a few blunts and some dang_a_lang

- riley dupree lyrics

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