Lyrics Demons - Avelino

Somebody said fire
Alright

Step in the cleanest
Man are washed, take man to the cleaners (what?)
Convoy full of mercs and beamers (beamers)
I remember steppin′ in Fila's (ooh)
Real niggas not preachers (ay)
Christian Loubs, got my sole′s dem bleedin' (ay)
Gyal wanna talk about healin'
If the devil wears Prada, we′re demons

′Nough man wanna seem rich (yeah) and not be rich (yeah)
I don't get that (nah)
But then again I′m in the party (hey)
And I won't spend P, I′m with F man (ay, ay, ay)

Yeah
Gyal wanna fuck with me, ain't even met
Got all these Beckys and Keisha the skets
Cattin′ for D in my DM request
Look who it is

Oh no
We don't take pictures with these bitches, we don't do photos
Got hella tings round me, that′s hella tings lookin′ for promo
Lookin' like Lateysa Grace, and I still might fling her to bro bro
LV kicks with the matching tee, that′s fresher than polo
Man send for me, I'm cool, gyal send me their postcode
Double R Truck outside, can′t promise I won't ghost
Big drip, fell in love with a lit bitch, Rosé and rose gold
I′m fucking her, choking her gently, I still got the game in a chokehold

Step in the cleanest
Man are washed, take man to the cleaners (what?)
Convoy full of mercs and beamers (beamers)
I remember steppin' in Fila's (ooh)
Real niggas not preachers
Christian Loubs, got my sole′s dem bleedin′ (ay)
Gyal wanna talk about healin'
If the devil wears Prada, we′re demons

Bad bitches and divas
They just want rappers and dealers
Cah the rich kids don't rock New Freezer′s
We was in the cold just freezin'

In season, every time I do road
Harvey Nich′s every time I do clothes
Perfect pic' every time I do pose

Oh no
We don't take pictures with these bitches, we don′t do photos
Got hella tings round me, that′s hella tings lookin' for promo
Lookin′ like Megan, I give her the stallion, then I just go home
LV kicks with the matching tee, still fresher than polo

Step in the cleanest
Man are washed, take man to the cleaners (what?)
Convoy full of mercs and beamers (beamers)
I remember steppin' in Fila′s
Real niggas not preachers
Christian Loubs, got my sole's dem bleedin′ (ay)
Forever young fire, I'm heated
God's gift, but they callin′ us demons

(You know if we can help you?)
Sokari