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demon season - big slimey b lyrics

[intro]
(dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
(yeaah, uh*huh, f*ck is you talkin’ ‘bout?)
(grrah, grrah, boom, boom)

[verse 1: big slimey b]
we pull up with them switches (brrt), f*ck a witness (f*ck ‘em)
hundred shots up in this b*tch, it’s f*ck the opposition (bah, bah)
i been stackin’ money tall, b*tch, i’m on a mission (on a mission)
n*gga run up on me wrong, he gon’ end up missin’ (f*ck n*gga, missin’)
f*ck your gang, f*ck your block, b*tch, i’m with the drillers (gang, gang)
put a tag on a n*gga head, now my pockets bigger (racks)
spin your hood, broad day, we don’t wait for night (nah)
let a p*ssy play with me, i’m takin’ off his life (boom, boom)
b*tch, i came from the mud, glock came with a drum (grrah)
shoot a n*gga in his face, leave his ass dumb (dumb, f*ck n*gga)
i don’t trust no b*tch, i don’t trust no opp (never)
play around with me, you get smoked on the spot (boom, boom, boom)
diamonds on me dancin’, b*tch, i came from nothin’ (ice, ice)
talkin’ like he hard, but that f*ck n*gga bluffin’ (bluffin’)
we got ars, we got macs, we got glocks, we got k’s (all that sh*t)
catch him lackin’, broad day, put his ass in a grave (b*tch, boom)

[verse 2: lil 50]
(grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
b*tch, i’m on that savage sh*t (savage), f*ck yo’ average b*tch (f*ck her)
n*ggas talk that cap*ass sh*t, i let the ratchet spit (brrt)
i been on that demon time, p*ssy boy can’t handle mine (nah)
glock up in my hand, i let it shine just like a candle light (boom, boom)
n*gga, f*ck yo’ cousin, f*ck yo’ mama, f*ck yo’ whole block (f*ck all them b*tches)
i’m the type to catch a opp slippin’ at the bus stop (bah, bah)
i don’t give a f*ck who you wit’, b*tch, we spin sh*t (spin it)
b*tch, i put that .50 to his face and made his wig split (grrah, grrah)
on the e*way doin’ hunnid, smokin’ opps in traffic (skrrt)
every time i see a f*ck n*gga, it get tragic (bah, bah, boom)
put that n*gga on a shirt, i ain’t talkin’ fashion (nah)
every time the switchy hit, that b*tch sound like clappin’ (grrah, grrah, grrah)
f*ck yo’ set, f*ck yo’ dead mans, we don’t feel sh*t (f*ck ‘em all)
i just bought another glock, b*tch, it came with k!ll switch (brrt)
n*ggas know i’m reckless, shoot his ass necklace (boom)
hit his chest, make a mess, paramedics stressin’ (ha*ha, f*ck n*gga dead)
i don’t got no patience, b*tch, i’m on that murder sh*t (murder)
i just caught another body, i ain’t heard of it (shhh)
keep that on the low, b*tch, i’m posted with the pole (pole)
i been steppin’ on these n*ggas, put his brains up on the floor (b*tch, grrah)
n*gga, f*ck yo’ hood, f*ck yo’ team, f*ck yo’ b*tch too (f*ck her)
i just bought a chopper, it’s gon’ split him like some tissue (bah)
i don’t do no talkin’, we just walk up, we don’t diss you (nah)
i been puttin’ n*ggas in the dirt, it’s not an issue (grrah, boom, boom)
[outro]
(dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
(grrah, grrah, boom, boom, boom, boom)

- big slimey b lyrics

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