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Called me


They called me a demon 

Cus I came  thru WID dat big boom 

Having all they bitches screaming bitch move 

Letting off them loud shots 

hitting em with dat light rail 

Leaving them a light trail 

 Blowing their brains out in the night time 

Is the only thing dat motivates me

While pure me a dark rum on ice 

Feet kick back 

Glock on my lap 

Waiting for a match someone to step 

Someone to get outtta line 

Hit his bitch with them deep stokes 

Throwing her lights out 

Now she jackinnn my style 

Stoner how you bounce back like that 

How you get wet like that 

How you move like 

How you have four kids & still shape like wine 

Why your swag like that 

Why you move so different 

How you grove like that 

You checking for me Neva even check up on me 

Now you think I got a check for you 

You must got shit confused 

You trying get miscued 

Put your ass up in a moose 

Now you got me in my groove 

I’m so high I’m trynna catch the blues 

Pussy stay wet I need a wipe 

I fuck em so good 

I told his soul & bounce 

Now he on my phone acting a fool 

What else is their to prove 

I’m demon in da night time 

Shine the light on me & you gonna meet your worse enemy 

Sweet in the day 

Candy in the middle 

So pick how you wanna riddle 

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