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yeat deluxer – dëmon tied كلمات اغاني

[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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