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demon - antisocial beats lyrics

[intro]
yeah, wop
yeah, i’m having fun with this sh*t again, that’s how we coming, right here
hey, anti, what it do, lil’ brodie? (this a anti beat)
yeah, wop
yeah
(this is petro gang)

[verse]
i got bodies on my top so when i pray, it’s to the devil
i know you n*ggas be wanting me fall
go ‘head, tell ’em to wait, i’m better
i saw a n*gga whack something for a bezzle
same one ended up hot like a desert
i got a foreign b*tch calling me papi
we ’bout to go have a quinceañera
n*gga i know trying to bake me a cake, i’ma stretch it
just gеt the f*ck out the way when i catch him
wе still delivering bags like eddies
b*tches’ll f*ck on your homie, they petty
never gon’ rat, tell ’em give me a celly
whatever i say out my mouth, i’ma mean it
whole lot of js that come back feining
bro said he went through the ‘dice with a demon
huh, wop, huh, opp n*ggas know what i’m on, i’m cooling
they don’t want me to get back on my sh*t with boxes and glocks and paying out shooters
jumpouts coming, i gotta manuever
i bought a 23c with a cooler
i’m staying true to my f*cking religion so i’m still selling the b*tter to buddha
i got this sh*t that’ll hit light and crucial
it put him down but he woke up booted
he getting zooted, that sh*t got him clueless
i see the high in his eye and his pupils
casings in maryland so i need a lawyer
they know i’m giving my money to mooney
she keep on eating like bologna
better stop kissing the b*tch who be chewing me
shots out the glock, we be giving out domes
they tried to hit his ass in his medula
n*ggas was close but was playing me phoney
thought they was sl!ck till i noticed they used
fat sh*t on me whenever i’m moving
clutching the micro*drac’ in the uber
winning for sure, i ain’t f*cking with losers
i’m on the cruddy with uzi, shooting a movie
huh, yeah, haha, lemme f*ck up this insturmental
i’m coming straight off the top, when i speak for the block, i want to be detrimental
slide through blocks and i hop in tinted
i know a n*gga who never was with it
and now i got up, he be tryna be with me
but now it’s my time to tell him forget it
b*tches be birds, they keep playing chicken
one b*tch had the nerve to say i’m ridiculous
now we talking ’bout nerves and wishes
like, she said that but she still want givenchy
live in the house but i never be in it
get to my myself and that b*tch, it be tripping
you got a way but i said i’ma get you
he was just up now his dumbass crippled

- antisocial beats lyrics

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