Dëmon tied

Yeat

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    Hum
    Woo-hoo, hum, woo (hum)

    Man, the devil been watching my ties
    Man, the devil been watching my eyes (woo, look at my chop down, look at my left, ah)
    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 bitch like a steel
    I just clap on this bitch 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 shit, I don't brag (yeah)

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    Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar
    Colored Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred
    I'm pushing this bitch on the blacktop (yeah, yes)
    I dropped five hundred K, bitch, I tweak
    Made this shit all in my sleep (swerve)
    Made it back, two M's, yeah, I don't sleep (swerve, swerve)
    I'm speeding off bitch, yeah you weak (swerve, swerve)
    I know when the world fuck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep (swerve)
    I run up the muhfuckin' M's
    I'm touching a M each week
    I hop on this shit and I beat
    I turn up I beat on the beat

    I told them to shut the fuck up
    That all of their shit 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, bitch (uh)
    I promise, lil bitch, you'll get stabbed
    I put it on your fuckin' 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 fuck up
    I'll show you the trap (I'll show you luh trap)
    I was just swervin' that daily
    Was swervin' that muhfuckin' Cat
    You can pull up to my crib
    And you gon' end up dead (bop bop)

    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 bitch like a steel
    I just clap on this bitch 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 shit, I don't brag

    Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar
    Call up Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred
    I'm pushing this bitch on the blacktop (yeah, yes)
    I dropped five hundred K, bitch, I tweak
    Made this shit all in my sleep
    Made it back, two M's, yeah, I don't sleep
    I'm speeding off bitch, are you weak

    I know when the world fuck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep
    I run up the muhfuckin' M's, I'm touching the M each week
    I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat
    Hum, hum
    Hum

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    Composición: Noah Smith

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