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the demon's draw - deleted artist lyrics

[chorus]
i’m grabbin’ the f*cking box on the right, this b*tch is overly switchin’
line up their p*ssy ass crew, i ain’t doing no f*cking dissing
d*ck in her mouth, you know i ain’t doing no godd*mn kissing
if i got the mini, i dump that motherf*cker from a distance
get us a pack of that sh*t, and i bet we gon’ f*cking flip it
he just gon’ die, that p*ssy chasing the wrong d*mn image
then i’ll laugh on the post ’cause my brother done f*cking did it
anyone f*cking with us, they can get the f*cking clip
tossin’ the glock with my brudda, man, all that snitchin’ sh*t had me f*cking sick
i had to change up the whole d*mn cl!ck ’cause these n*ggas don’t really f*ck with the risk, that sh*t had me p*ssed
we k!llin’ whoever you with, i don’t care if he out with his f*cking og, we clappin’ the b*tch
slide through the 4, while i’m dumpin’ the mag, gettin’ f*cking lit
dump the drac’, i’ma f*cking patch me a b*tch

[verse]
now i think i’ma switch up the f*cking flow, bullets too hot, gotta stop, drop, and f*cking roll
you can ask any d*mn b*tch, i know buddy told, hit him all in his chest, watch the p*ssy n*gga fold
please don’t come with a lo, ’cause on my dead man’s, your ass is getting f*cking zoe’d
he tryna tweak, leave his brain on the f*cking floor, and she f*cking with me, so i’m bakin’ the hoe
the whole d*mn crew freaky as h*ll, talking ’bout play with your p*ssy, you move like a f*cking snail
quick tried to throw me an oop, ain’t have traffic, so i couldn’t f*cking hoop, mally lucky as h*ll
big bro did it for f*cking sale, you can’t say i’m backdoor, wishing him well
hop out with that thunder, you wishin’ you would never f*cking fell, i just hope i’m not wasting the f*cking sh*lls
lil benji is a b*tch, i catch his ass, then i’m making him f*cking twitch
hop out the car, tryna make him a vic, if i catch him wit’ his crew, i’m eras in the b*tch
micro bakin’ and sh*t, if i see his bm, i’m facin’ the b*tch
and we putting on gloves, no trace in this b*tch, and if he try to run, hit his back with the f*cking glitch
i won’t shoot up the block tryna tap that head, i’ma dump this whole d*mn chop
switch on the back of the glock, kris vec with a 3*round burst tryna tap that f*cking top
we tryna step on a f*cking pop, got his ass on the floor
and we making him f*cking rot
don’t think you my bro, ’cause i’m changing the f*cking plot, bullets was popping him overly f*cking hot

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