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Demon / From The Heart
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NLE Choppa
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Hmm Ooh Different b*t*hes every night, yeah you know I'm livin' elegant "Choppa you a prophet", they like "that young n***a heaven sent" Prayin' to the Lord every night like the reverend I know my prayers workin' 'cause the Lord keep on blessin' me Look up to Nipsey Hussle, yeah I'm a bone thug A couple b*t*hes then you know I might disown her She say that she ain't swallow nut, you got me f**ked up You better swallow every bit 'til it's in yo' gut Godzilla when I walk, I'm a big stepper A demon seed child like I'm prayin' to the devil If I ain't had that talk with God, I would've been stretched him And if her pu**y wasn't good, I would've been left her Don't give a f**k about you, I give a f**k about me Don dada, Rastafarian, Jamaican in me You know I never graduated but it's first degree The Percocets they gettin' weak, I'm finna sip me some lean Hey, I ease my mind smoking dope 'Cause I can't lie, I had my mind blown No love, don't live here no more And plus, I'm in a different state and different time zone a b*t*h to come and fill my needs I wish the happiness could sit up on the Christmas tree You hear 'em call out loud 'cause my soul bleed You smokin' loud right now, but I'm lonely A lot of problems, I ain't got no one to talk to And where's God? I just need someone to walk to And I just got 20k for a walkthrough But I was just on the block handing out that dog food You wanna feel pain? Step inside my shoes You wanna be hurt but had no one to cry to I gave that n***a somethin' to eat, but he want my food She sucked the d**k the first date, that's what the bag do I pop a Perc' every day, I turn into a junky A real Crip, but this blood sittin' on my money I shot ten, he shot twelve, that's a dime a dozen I'm back up on that murder, b*t*h it ain't no repercussion gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Don't you reach for my f**king chain, chain I swear to god we gon' make it rain, rain out my body 30s in my body Yeah, yeah, yeah, walk up on this hoe, my d**k want some clout Can't put it in your pu**y bae, I'll put it in your mouth She full of karma and filled her bank account I'm like "b*t*h shut the f**k up, what you thinkin' 'bout?" A real kiss, backhand, I'ma smack her out Indonesia [?] she keep tapping out I told her shut up, take this d**k, she got me spazzing out Now I'm sittin' in the closet [?] Coming with a [?] She can come and get my d**k [?] Sometimes I [?] I'm sorry that I wasn't ready, I just couldn't support it I'm gonna bring you in this murder, be ready for it I was gon' tuck you in that battery to help restore you I put the Percs on the ready 'cause I need it You say that I'm a b*t*h pu**y, you don't mean it My dawg cost me [?] on a sequence I told my momma when I was five, my role model was a demon Ay, NLE the Top Shotta n***a don't get [?] You know what I'm sayin'? What the f**k a n***a [?] N***as already know what the f**k I'm gon' do N***as already know me Know I'ma pop my sh*t, I'ma pop my sh*t I'ma pop my sh*t, I'ma pop my sh*t NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
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