Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conversations With the Devil, artist - Ramirez. Date of issue: 25.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Conversations With the Devil |
| Throw my burners inside of the bush so I don’t get caught |
| Get the fuck from 'round me 'fore I cock my hammer, unload the Glock |
| Coming out the Benz, steadily moving weight, 'cause the hustle don’t stop |
| I’m coming to win and all of my niggas be gunning, shooting for the top |
| Inside of the cocaine, Bimmer pushing it up yo lane |
| Didn’t have no daddy, so my uncle made me soak up his game |
| I keep it a hundred 'cause my word is bond, in the hood, it don’t change |
| Coming up from nothing, hustling for my money, now I’m gripping grain |
| I’m beating it down yo' block |
| Setting up another shop |
| Gotta watch out for these opps |
| Call the block, it’s fucking hot |
| Putting money inside my sock |
| Watching all of my bitches flock |
| Nickel and dime me busta |
| Then I promise that your body drop |
| Bitch, I’m snatching chain, blowing brain, I do my thang, ho |
| Looking at the devil in his face, I’m just a psycho |
| Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low |
| Talking all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo |
| Bitch, I’m snatching chain, blowing brain, I do my thang, ho |
| Looking at the devil in his face, I’m just a psycho |
| Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low |
| Talking all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo |
| Coming up out the bushes with a red dot |
| I’m aiming to kill |
| Pushing a pill, with this steel |
| Pointing my pocket rocket to your grill |
| Fuck how you feel |
| Bringing the Ruckus, ain’t no time to sleep |
| Freddy Krueger with no patience |
| Slit yo' throat and let you bleed |
| You want gunplay? |
| Let them nuns pray |
| But I promise you that this ain’t what you want, mane |
| I’m off that Novocaine |
| Smoking propane |
| Hit 'em in the fucking chest and see the blood drain |
| I’m a kick door pro |
| Me want all the smoke |
| Kick into yo' momma house with my .44 |
| Bullet shells tap dancing all on the floor |
| Bring me all the static, 'cause Gorilla want some more |
| Bitch I’m snatching chain, blowing brain, I do my thang, ho |
| Looking at the devil in his face, I’m just a psycho |
| Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low |
| Talking all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo |
| Bitch I’m snatching chain, blowing brain, I do my thang, ho |
| Looking at the devil in his face, I’m just a psycho |
| Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low |
| Talking all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo |