Correction Lyrics They Can’t Handle My Demons by Bizzy Bone

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These n***as is hoes
With the pistol in they purses
I put my pistol under my clothes like im supposed too
These n***as is hoes
Put the pistol in they purses
I put my pistol under my clothes like im supposed too
These n***as are hoes
With the pistol in they purses
I put my pistol under my clothes like im supposed too

Hope he told me to approach you, little nephew still locked in the clink gotta watch cause n***as will try to extort you get your sh*t together cause god wants you to think my n***as are purified like the good water I drink water I drink that’s cause we are sterilize jesus make me SING word to the ALIENS n***a this business existence with no persistence we proposition the dogma
God peoples don’t feel this? Many wars in my district they spiritual and realistic not to be braggadocios im boasting but im macadcious coasting with the swag our modes can be focused on “dad” I don’t want to be close to them bag em nope gonna be loke too I tag em how im suppose to

(give it up, give it up, give it up)
Give it give it give up them stalkers won't go
They Don’t want that shotgun go blow
They couldn’t handle my demons they couldn’t handle my
Give it give it give up them stalkers won't go
They Don’t want that shotgun go blow
They couldn’t handle my demons they couldn’t handle my

What when we profit the poet the popping just to get to flowing you know that im locked in, you want to be on it but you would be dead, you will be gone I will be here for the moment Im golden im gone keep it frozen its army the revolvers loaded my show is super cerebral im changing people I know it! The bones don’t make me shake the bed probe like this is Moses impediments on my scope in this modern day plague of covid they steadily on some hoe sh*t b*t*hes still want the attention this is rap I don’t have to mention I’ve televised all extensions you thirsty smoking ersky don’t put your 300 on zerksky 21 shots for dirty my 9mm is working Im on real n***a time posted like james worthy the early bird gets the worm nobody out raps me ask real n***a shine im
(give it up, give it up, give it up)

Give it give it give up them stalkers won't go
They Don’t want my shotgun go blow
They couldn’t handle my demons they couldn’t handle my
Give up them stalkers won't go
They Don’t want that shotgun go blow
They couldn’t handle my demons they couldn’t handle (my demons)

In the mind of mad man where the batman kill a sad man keep sh*t gangsta, get a dime on the humble for the w***ers money money with the bankers thank ya n***a wanted be loved im not b*t*h made n***a wanted em hugged im not this way I give a f**k what the b*t*h say I got money rich then a b*t*h bae I got gun on me and suddenly its funny that im quick to put a cap in your a** im not frontin hit em in the tummy and a n***a spit coins and I got the bitcoins im still thuggish ruggish suddenly the money be the reason they around people are ugly get out of the gulley get out the gulley ya’ll feeling it now get your family right that sh*ts lovely lovely thirsty smoking ersky don’t put your 300 on zerksky 21 shots for dirty my 9mm is working Im on real n***a time posted like james worthy the early bird gets the worm nobody out raps me ask real n***a shine im
(give it up, give it up, give it up)

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