Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Devil On My Shoulder, artist - Quando Rondo. Date of issue: 05.05.2021
Song language: English
Devil On My Shoulder |
| Oh, yeah |
| (Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe) |
| Brrt, brrt |
| I was standing tall all through the rain all on my own, can you imagine? |
| I was standing tall all through the rain all on my own, can you imagine? |
| They telling lies to get some fame, you wasn’t there when that shit happened |
| For so long, been going through pain, you would think this money make me happy |
| Who would have ever thought that you would change? |
| Deep down inside, |
| I felt a lil' better |
| Ayy, oh shit, holy moly, brand-new Rollie, I done bust it down |
| Plus we sticked up in the Nolia, blue Range Rover when we riding down |
| I got the devil on my shoulder, like to come and Skee-Lo double down |
| New connect off on the road, he in the gutter when you touching down |
| I’m drinking medical in soda, I go crazy 'bout the styrofoam |
| I gotta stretch it for lil' bro, they play with us, we spin the busters down |
| I ran my check up, who would ever thought? |
| 'Cause I come from a broken home |
| It ain’t a thing I can’t afford, so I move swift and watch who I keep 'round |
| Ayy, walk in the party, they know that I’m leaning, got X in my body, |
| I’m loaded for sure |
| Ayy, I’m on the block with my motherfucking demon, I know that Lul Timmy gon' |
| up it and blow |
| Ayy, pull off the block in the Hellcat, come back in the Demon, with a brick in |
| the trunk off the boat |
| When I told you, «I love you», just know that I really didn’t mean it 'cause I |
| really stick to the code |
| If you don’t got a thirty, not doing no shows |
| I got that thirty stuffed down in my coat |
| The youngin be slanging that iron and he kill for no reason, you’d think that |
| he geeked off the coke |
| I need a bitch that be sneaking and geeking, this weekend, let’s follow the |
| yellow brick road |
| Never ever once I’d myself as a vegan 'cause you know we want all the smoke |
| Yeah, we taking your phone when you walk through the door, if you don’t wanna |
| do it, that bitch gotta go |
| Fuck it, shoot at they home, make 'em lay on the porch |
| Call up the plug, tell him, «Send 'em a load», it’s a thousand or better so I |
| tell lil' bro |
| «Soon as he mail it, we getting 'em gone» |
| All on my own, I was out in the cold |
| When that pressure be on, yeah, these niggas gon' fold, these niggas be hoes |
| I was standing tall all through the rain all on my own, can you imagine? |
| They telling lies to get some fame, you wasn’t there when that shit happened |
| For so long, been going through pain, you would think this money make me happy |
| Who would have ever thought that you would change? |
| Deep down inside, |
| I felt a lil' better |
| Ayy, oh shit, holy moly, brand-new Rollie, I done bust it down |
| Plus we sticked up in the Nolia, blue Range Rover when we riding down |
| I got the devil on my shoulder, like to come and Skee-Lo double down |
| New connect off on the road, he in the gutter when you touching down |
| It’s kind of hard for me to breathe |
| Double-R, but a Cullinan, stars in the ceiling |
| Want to tell my lawyer, «Wrap this up», got cases pending |
| Lil' shawty thick as fuck, new Porsche the truck, and she’s a rich bitch |
| I done spent a half a million bucks on extensions |
| Labeled me a real nigga way before a rich nigga |
| Yes, these rappers rich, but they don’t never do no real shit |
| Pedigree in the kitchen, I done really took some big risks |
| You’re set to me, I done sat back, watched my dawg, he take some big risks |
| Drank so much lean, my kidney hurting |
| Won’t let 'em see me close the curtains |
| We left his brains all on the curb, still to this day, we screaming murder |
| Exotic flower, pair with Gelato, I feel like Boo, smoking on purple, baby |
| I swear they foreigns, all my car doors, out the roof, I up that bitch and aim |
| I know this shit will never be the same |
| My nigga wicked, gotta keep him tamed |
| One hundred figures, dropped a ticket, not 'bout that 'cause that come off the |
| face |
| Lil' shorty say she hear them living dangerous |
| With him, I know that’s going to the grave |
| Can’t break or fold, I’m way too solid, I could never be a fucking lame |
| I was standing tall all through the rain all on my own, can you imagine? |
| They telling lies to get some fame, you wasn’t there when that shit happened |
| For so long, been going through pain, you would think this money make me happy |
| Who would have ever thought that you would change? |
| Deep down inside, |
| I felt a lil' better |
| Ayy, oh shit, holy moly, brand-new Rollie, I done bust it down |
| Plus we sticked up in the Nolia, blue Range Rover when we riding down |
| I got the devil on my shoulder, like to come and Skee-Lo double down |
| New connect off on the road, he in the gutter when you touching down |