paroles de chanson Demon - Last Dude

I got fifty-two shots in this Glock, bet a nigga won't let up (woo)
XD, youngin totin' Beretta (red dot)
Rufflin' feathers (don't get shot)
I leave 'em deader
I got your bitch suckin' on my treasure
I woo for the floss, yeah, we do it better
I got the hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm a blue devil

One dead in Neiman, scannin', it's readin'
Perc' head, I'm geekin', shit turn me to a demon
Bad bitch named RiRi, nice, but treeshy
She want me to breed her, I'm like, "Nah, bitch, you sneaky"

Damn, hundred round drum on me no reload
BAPE on my cape, no hero
VVS cold, Subzero
Off the molly, getting lost like Nemo
Steal bike, pull off like Deebo
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code, uh

Yeah, insurance, no Geico, uh
Swim in the pussy, feel like Michael, uh
I do not fuck with disciples, uh
I could put that shit on the bible, uh
Big ass rifle, Eiffel, uh
Tower shit, no Eiffel, uh

Huh, my gun a football player, I load that bitch, it tackle ya, uh
Bad bitch on my dick, she wanna fuck for free, hmm
I got the clout, cash, cash, so she be fuckin' on me, uh
Look, vacuum ho, way that she suckin' on me, uh, yeah
Pretty life, but these bitches be so ugly, uh, yeah

My paint is so wet, it's so clean, put some soap in it
I'll make you lean, but you ain't drinkin' no Fanta
Walk off the scene with a sawed off with no handle (woah)
Gucci my seam and my pocket got four 'nanas
Okay, she give me the pussy, I float in it
Okay, she do not like root beer, got Coke in it (woah)
Okay, her skin is so smooth 'cause she lotion it
Grra-kada-boom, lil' bitch, I'm totin' it (grra)

B.B. on me so I felt like I'm Santana
Only thing Burberry probably my bandana
Audemar P., so I cannot damn stand it
How I feel 'bout them Xans same way I feel 'bout a ham sandwich
Fuck them girls together, make 'em just can-can it
Them girls was nasty, enjoyed every damn minute
Ball on a portable court with the sand in it
Everything clear in the port when I land in it

I got fifty-two shots in this Glock, bet a nigga won't let up (woo)
XD, youngin totin' Beretta (red dot)
Rufflin' feathers (don't get shot)
I leave 'em deader
I got your bitch suckin' on my treasure
I woo for the floss, yeah, we do it better
I got the hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner

Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm a blue devil (ayy!)
One dead in Neiman, scannin', it's readin'
Perc' head, I'm geekin', shit turn me to a demon
Bad bitch named RiRi, nice, but treeshy
She want me to breed her (huh), I'm like, "Nah, bitch, you sneaky"

"Is that the wrong hole?!" No it isn't bitch you trippin', yuh
Bitch I'm Post Malone with that dick, yes that extension, yuh
Ho just hit my line, asked if my rap name is 'X-tension', yuh
No, its XXX, you will catch my dick in your mentions, yuh
Grind on my cock, Tony Hawk, mmh, yuh, ayy
Hide my dick and hit the female prison servin' cock, ayy
This dick costs a band so if you touch you will be shot
This dick costs a band so if you touch you will be shot, ayy