Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Demons, artist - Mar90sDate of issue: 13.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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) |