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Sneak Dissa
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Doe Boy & Southside
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Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us (Brrt, brrt) Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us (Gang, gang) 808 Mafia I know I'm a demon, but these Diors I rock, Christian (These Christian Dior) When I shoot that heater, better run, 'cause I'm not missin' (Let's go) Know that b*t*h a cheater, give no f**k, I'm not trippin' (Mwah, mwah) Sneakin' through your hood (Skrrt), give no f**k 'bout sneak disses (Boop-boop-boop-boop) Don't care 'bout no prison, see a opp, we risk it (See a opp, we risk it) Caught a n***a broad day (Brrt-brrt-brrt), now he missin' (Let's go) You's a sneak dissa, pu**y, you's a sneak dissa Now you 'bout to end up with a Rest-in-Peace picture (Fool, oh really?) You be talkin', but you really sweet, n***a P*ss all on your grave, you can't rest in pеace, n***a Shooters on the wеst, shooters on the east, n***a My b*t*h just like me, yeah, she like to creep, n***a (Oh really?) I ain't talkin' bout cheatin', I go creep and see, n***a (Skrrt) Shot up, now his homie screamin', "Please breathe, n***a" Tried to warn you, I ain't one to beef with you Light him up, he glowed up, yeah, we Chief Keef n***as (Let's go) Slump his a** over, he gon' need help, dawg Choppa caught his a** in traffic, knocked his seatbelt off I don't pay full price for bodies, I get retail, n***a (I get retail) Brodie rolled your dead homie, how that weed smell, n***a? I know I'm a demon, but these Diors I rock, Christian (These Christian Dior) When I shoot that heater, better run, 'cause I'm not missin' (Let's go) Know that b*t*h a cheater, give no f**k, I'm not trippin' (Mwah, mwah) Sneakin' through your hood, give no f**k 'bout sneak disses (Boop-boop-boop-boop) Don't care 'bout no prison, see a opp, we risk it (See a opp, we risk it) Caught a n***a broad day (Brrt-brrt-brrt), now he missin' (Let's go) You's a sneak dissa, pu**y, you's a sneak dissa Now you 'bout to end up with a Rest-in-Peace picture (Oh really?) R.I.P., n***a (Pu**y) Yeah, catch SlimeBall in Paradise, in the east, n***a Still in the street totin' heat, n***a Run up on me, you feet, n***a Gas him up, put him in the blunt, fire him up (Yeah) Get a young n***a, put him in the closet, have my young n***a tie him up (Hahahaha, EA-ski) Slime don't give no f**k 'bout beef, pull up on me, sh*t ain't sweet Say you eat, I eat (Oof) Say you creep, I creep on street Heard a lot of crickets on your street, you b*t*hes don't want no beef (Damn) Get my tummy full, I eat you Richer than you and all your people N***a, you a negative sign, I'm plussed up B*t*h n***a, we never equal (Straight up) 'Bout time for a gangsta feature (Yeah) Doe Boy, send them packs, I need 'em (Gangsta) This that real skreet sh*t, mane (Gangsta) (Oh really?) I know I'm a demon, but these Diors I rock, Christian (These Christian Dior) When I shoot that heater, better run, 'cause I'm not missin' Know that b*t*h a cheater, give no f**k, I'm not trippin' (Mwah, mwah) Sneakin' through your hood, give no f**k 'bout sneak disses (Boop-boop-boop-boop) Don't care 'bout no prison, see a opp, we risk it (See a opp, we risk it) Caught a n***a broad day (Brrt-brrt-brrt), now he missin' (Let's go) You's a sneak dissa, pu**y, you's a sneak dissa (Pu**y a** boy) Now you 'bout to end up with a Rest in Peace picture (Oh really?) (R-I-P) Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us, gang-gang
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