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lirik lagu the devil side of life – queezy the gangster

[intro]
yeah
yeah
queezy
real sh*t
runnin’ it back, b*tch
eminem sh*t
yeah
my sh*t
f*ck all y’all
suck this f*cking d*ck, yeah

[verse]
queezy makin’ a comeback
i’m attacking the hoes with they lips smacking
get smacked, like a crack wh0re that just got the black smacked off her
jumping off shrooms like a jack black that just jacked all over
common sense is what y’all lack, your sh*ts whack
i’ll run you over like a train track
but let me take it back
when i was in b*town writing raps bout a topseed only to get smacked
laughed it off ’cause that sh*t ain’t hurt, her (hurter), ava, i missed your ass
i f*cked that sh*t, but i put that in the past
mom, i passed, “i don’t give a f*ck, you’re still a b*tch, with any luck, i’ll get rid of your ass by lunch”
thanks ma, i’ve been taking carе myself
focusing on my health
but the dеvil’s back, to take over
i’m looking better now, but i ain’t need no d*mn make over
the wait’s over, debates over, she called me lucky like a four leaf clover
i rode her, to prove a point, i’ll f*ck b*tches
with nine inches, give you five stitches
cut you open like i’m frying fishes
i’ll do the dishes
i’m a half decent person
take care of who i love, even if i haven’t met them in person
my minds worsened, i keep a burden
a glock 17 gen 3 with a glass of bourbon
like tim burton, i’m uncertain, will i live the night or become a new version
of myself, it’s to be determined, cut a fin(n) open like he signed it in cursive
sea urchin, pr*ckly when you come near me
i need a new pair of glasses to see clearly
i got a new theory
if i f*cked three b*tches with nine inches that’s twenty*seven inches total, now everybody can cheer me
i signed it sincerely, big queezy, dude took a shot and it ain’t even near me
i say the real sh*t now everybody could fear me
i’m ripping this sh*t up, my angels young, can you hear me?
knocked your ass out, ’till you passed out
i lashed out, put your heart in your chest, and ripped it back out
i black out, tell me what’s this track bout
bout me rapping and sh*t until i spaz out
make you tap out
take a broom to the back (brumbach), how’s his grandma doing? she’s hashed out
jay read (jared), now he’s brain dead, mentioned his grandma, now her brain’s spread
my flames red, come on man
what dwayne said?
he said to take a dumb b*tch and beat her behind a hay shed
her names ed, word (edward), got a lawn mower, to run his ass over on his day bed
beat up a f*ckin’ kid what happens, his mind starts to blacken
he’s worshipping dragons and passions are just fashion and rappas
now an assassin, that kid will kick your ass and, beat you half to death and leave you alive in a casket
while he’s dressed in satin, it’s satisfaction to his imagination happen
now he sits back while his pockets fatten
now i’m the captain
all of you are fakes and has*beens
i got a patent on a new station wagon
king latins, latin kings, i’m writing sh*t, while they attackin’ me
they mad ’cause i say these things
real sh*t, i ain’t cappin’ b
just because you have a heart attack and leave
[outro]
uh, i’m f*ckin’ done
i spit that sh*t raw
all you motherf*ckers that wanna sit here, talk sh*t, and say my raps are f*cking trash
well guess what?
finn mcdonough, f*ck you
peyton so, f*ck you
angel young, i f*cked you up three years ago and i’d do that sh*t again, no f*ckin’ cap, next time no f*ckin’ cops to stop that sh*t
queezy the gansgter
queezy music entertainment
i’m a motherf*ckin’ beast
and guess what b*tches?
i’m f*ckin’ back
yeah
word
next time keep y’all motherf*ckin’ mouth shut

- queezy the gangster

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