Lyrics Demons - Mar90s, Lancey Foux

Demons

My demon just did a drill
He dozed off like Benadryl
Get popped like a fucking pill
Get popped like a fucking zit
Give me the word and I send the blitz
You know who I’m running with
You know how I’m coming, bitch
Take a whole brick and we bust down
Look at the ice, yeah, it’s bust down
Look at this thottie, sh bust down
She know that niggas is up now
She know that niggas is up-up
Crib on the top and it cam with a butler
Break a bitch down, yeah, that’s though love
I been hanging 'round with demons lately, yeah, yeah
I been hanging 'round with demons lately, yeah, yeah
Big Glocks, don’t do .380s, yeah, yeah
I been hanging 'round with demons lately, yeah, yeah
Yeah, nigga get smoked like a Backwood
Nigga get smoked like some Fronto
At the top of the condo
French bitch like, «Bonjour»
Yeah, I’m turning your bitch to a whore
Uh, I’m turning your bitch to a whore
Yeah, I’m turning your bitch to a whore
Yeah, I’m turning your bitch to a whore
Yeah, you know we ready for war
Watch that back door
Uh, watch that back door
Uh, in my own lane like I’m Tory
Uh, I’m shooting at bitches like Tory
Uh, fuck the judge, fuck the jury
Uh, I gotta pay my attorney, yeah
I been hanging 'round with demons lately, yeah, yeah
I been hanging 'round with demons lately, yeah, yeah
Big Glocks, don’t do .380s, yeah, uh
I been hanging around with demons lately, uh, yeah, yeah
I been hanging around with demons lately, yeah, yeah
Big Glocks, don’t do .380s, yeah
Uh, got a bad ting going crazy
Took her out to Paris, then flew to the south of Spain
Uh, she gotta have an accent when she say my name (Woo)
Too many baddies and characters, I can’t stay the same (Yeah, yeah)
I gotta call my barrister, she been tryna claim me, yeah
Rich nigga playing my cards right, ace of spades (Yeah, yeah)
Rich nigga let my card decline, got racks in my briefs (Yeah, yeah)
Under my tee, inside of the Jeep seat (Yeah, yeah)
Got baddies in threes, I can’t Adam and Eve
Them boys, they can’t be talking to me
Must be embarrassed to speak
I had a treacherous week
On Monday, I had to cut off a leech
On Sunday, I put baddie to sleep
By Monday, she had to go back to the streets
Relegation, then I go top of the league
I’m waiting, stainless steel on my seat
She Bajan, I just wan' go by the sea
Jamaican, I just might jump in the tree
She taken, but she still fucking with me
My Haitians ride with the māthā
I’m sliding, doing the cha-cha
Keep on lying, hakuna matata (Yeah, yeah)