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Demon
Yeat
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We just hit Neiman's, uh
We just hit Neiman's
I'm talkin' money, been six days fried out, shit ain't me (Buh-buh-buh-buh)
They hittin' your shin
(2sided goin' crazy)
(Phew)
(Phew)
We just left Neiman's (Next)
Bitch, we some demons (Yeah)
Talkin' 'bout money been six days, six days, bitch, I just lean in, yeah (Ayy)
I pour some Tris' in my cup (Tris')
I put some Wock' in it too (Phew)
I pour a deuce in a two (Deuce)
Bitch, this foreign produced
Fa-fa-fa-fa
We ridin', we slidin', we whip out (Buh-buh-buh-boom)
I put some trust in my cup (Tris')
I put my trust in my drugs (Yeah)
Comme des Garรงon on the cuff (CDG)
OTC strong, that shit buff (Argh)
Cartier frames got them buffs on it, I can't even see (Slatt)
I don't even buss on it (Yeah)
I take a Perc' get to Percin' it
Get in that shit and start workin' it (Mmm)
Throwin' some bread, watch it twerkin' it (Woah)
Red in my cup, like some burgundy (Uh-huh)
No, you not stealin' my swag, boy, you learnin' it
Look at the back, got the Runtz on it, burnin' it (Uh-huh)
Hit EDD for a bag, bitch, we turnin' up
Here for a week at this BnB, burn it up
And the coupe don't feel like a two (Skrrt)
I can't even trust, got a tool (Buh)
You admit that you got, who got it? We got it
No, I'm just big boned, we got it, big body
Za' in the bag, got the gas, got the exotic
I been a faith to this shit, go and read 'bout it
Baguettes on my wrist, yeah, this shit got a sea on it
Said that he doin' this shit, bitch, I been on it
We just left Neiman's (Next)
Bitch, we some demons (Yeah)
Talkin' 'bout money been six days, six days, bitch, I just lean in, yeah (Ayy)
I pour some Tris' in my cup (Tris')
I put some Wock' in it too (Phew)
I pour a deuce in a two (Deuce)
Bitch, this foreign produced
Fa-fa-fa-fa
We ridin', we slidin', we whip out (Buh-buh-buh-boom)
I put some trust in my cup (Tris')
I put my trust in my drugs (Yeah)
Comme des Garรงon on the cuff (CDG)
OTC strong, that shit buff (Argh)
Cartier frames got them buffs on it, I can't even see (Slatt)
I don't even buss on it (Yeah)
They say "Yeat, I'm proud of you, keep doin' what you doin'"
I throw the bread in this bitch, I might throw it to the ceiling, I might cop me a new whip
Luh thotty she wanna come with us
Yeah, she wanna get lit, lit, lit
Talkin' that shit get your wig hit, split
Know I can die but I don't give a shit
Just left Soho, got the bag and just ship it
My doctor my plug, I got Percs in this bitch
Most of y'all bitches, I know that y'all snitched
And it been some years and I stayed down luh bitch
We get wavy when we fly
We get crazy when we high
Wouldn't be lazy even if I died
Murakami jacket on the bitch, I get high, yeah-yeah
We just left Nieman's
Know we some demons (Sacrifice)
Talked to my demon, he said that we gon' be alright 'cause this shit got me leanin'
We just left Neiman's (Next)
Bitch, we some demons (Yeah)
Talkin' 'bout money been six days, six days, bitch, I just lean in, yeah (Ayy)
I pour some Tris' in my cup (Tris')
I put some Wock' in it too (Phew)
I pour a deuce in a two (Deuce)
Bitch, this foreign produced
Fa-fa-fa-fa
We ridin', we slidin', we whip out (Buh-buh-buh-boom)
I put some trust in my cup (Tris')
I put my trust in my drugs (Yeah)
Comme des Garรงon on the cuff (CDG)
OTC strong, that shit buff (Argh)
Cartier frames got them buffs on it, I can't even see (Slatt)
I don't even buss on it (Yeah)
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