lirik lagu dwae – demarcus (feat. yungtobyliltee)
[chorus: dwae]
gotta chop n~ggas know we cuttin’ limbs (gotta chop)
50. cal barretta sniper got you in my lens (got you in my lens)
c.o.d. ain’t no game, we don’t play
12 gauged double barreled leave a n~gga d.o.a. (bah bah)
this that sh~t that made ricky go to sleep (sleep)
f~ckin’ with a pack of wolves will turn you n~ggas into sheep
if i need to creep, nina scream, make her go to sleep
let her speak, buck~shots spread, all in yo oblique
[verse 1: dwae]
f~ck a vest!
og taught me shoot above the neck
keep yo b~tch in check, she already f~ckin’ with the set
so what you wanna do? (what we doing?)
pullin’ out that tool, use that stick
now these bodies drownin’ ina pool (yeah these bodies drowin’)
man these n~ggas get complacent (uh)
got the 40 ain’t no room for contemplatin’ (ain’t no room)
line you n~ggas up so y’all can feel adjacent (line you up)
dump the sh~lls and leave your body in the bas~m~nt
and i’m markin’
bullseyes on your dawgs like they workin’ up at target (hey alex!)
this ain’t twilight but i’ll shoot a silver bullet where your heart is (bah)
have you dancin’ saying~
“go demarcus” (go demarcus)
i just need a b~tch, with some ass, f~ck her leave her in the past
homie wanna chance, so i went ahead and passed (alley~oop)
no lookin’ droppin’ dimes, shorty she a dime
shorty she a 10, even tho i couldn’t love a b~tch again (no)
this the game, feel the pain, heart cold, you insane (huh?)
shorty smart, reason why, shorty good at givin’ brain
half greek & half freak, mil walking my bucks
let her ride on my high horse that’s a porsche truck
[verse 2: yungtobyliltee]
i ain’t sayin’ “go demarcus” yeah he on the bench cousin
i’m like sonic really fast, yeah how the bands comin’?
and i’m eatin’ on the court watch me ball like denver nuggets
sh~t is nothing, like daffy, point it at you get to duckin’
n~ggas bluffin’, 360 alley~oop like i’m vc
y’all ain’t gettin’ coins man y’all n~ggas gettin’ vc (ching)
i’m f~ckin’ on trixie, he f~ckin’ on vickie (bad b~tch)
i ain’t in yo life b~tch so you don’t need me
ayy f~ck n~ggas always tryna beat me! (ayy, ugh)
ayy snitch n~ggas always tryna bleed me!
f~ck that! i like to play with toys like a rugrat
besides that, if you not g7 then you a d~mn rat
if you diss on g7 then like burritos it’s d~mn wrap
i’m in the next room with your b~tch you finna hear that
but once you see my name best believe that you gon’ fear that
30 on em’
blah! blah! blah! blah! blah! blah! blah!
watch your lil’ baby call me dada (dada)
ayy if it’s a bag, i’m finna grab that (grab that)
ayy if she got ass, i’m finna have that
kobe! if i got the ball i ain’t finna pass that (rip kobe)
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