Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Exorcist , by - yung yogi. Release date: 06.07.2016
Song language: English
Exorcist |
| Exercising with the exorcist |
| Pablo Escobar, bitch I’m gettin' rich |
| Relapse, |
| Ain’t no heaven for me, my soul don’t exist |
| While you was cookin' crystal, I was grippin' pistols |
| And these xannies skittles, foreign bands with |
| Bitch, I just pull up with the percs |
| Percs with the Glock and the work |
| Touch down in LA, with the play |
| Hit 'em with the Uzi, Beretta, I’m barely with the spray |
| You don’t wanna fuck with me, cause I’m bringin' the fuckin' heavens |
| Speed demon with the whip, and I’m smashin' through fuckin' traffic |
| Boy I’m the son of the reaper, I’m grippin' your soul |
| And I’m taking your bitch, I mistreat her |
| Stickin' my dick down the back of her mouth |
| All of my niggas be runnin' them routes |
| Runnin' out of drugs, boy, with the fuckin' gunner |
| Do about with drugs, I ain’t feeling marijuana |
| Off Dilaudid in my veins, and I’m screamin' on the come up |
| Ridin' through the rain, with the heat, that’s a sauna |
| Need to pick me a pill off the plug, but he dry |
| Pull out the slug, I’m like doctor I’m ready to die |
| Fuckboy don’t lose you, like fuck with some drugs and a pint |
| If you rockin', we, I’ma pull out my shank and my 9 |