lirik lagu last-dude – demon (mashup)
[chorus: pop smoke]
i got fifty~two shots in this glock, bet a n~gga won’t let up (woo)
xd, youngin totin’ beretta (red dot)
rufflin’ feathers (don’t get shot)
i leave ’em deader
i got your b~tch suckin’ on my treasure
i woo for the floss, yeah, we do it better
i got the hoes like i’m hugh hefner
b~tch, i’m a dog, i’m a blue devil
one dead in neiman, scannin’, it’s readin’
perc’ head, i’m geekin’, sh~t turn me to a demon
bad b~tch named riri, nice, but treeshy
she want me to breed her, i’m like, “nah, b~tch, you sneaky”
[verse 1: juice wrld]
d~mn, hundred round drum on me no reload
gun gon’ sing, no glee show
bape on my cape, no hero
vvs cold, subzero
off the molly, getting lost like nemo
steal bike, pull off like deebo
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code, uh
yeah, insurance, no geico, uh
swim in the p~ssy, feel like michael, uh
i do not f~ck with disciples, uh
i could put that sh~t on the bible, uh
big ass rifle, eiffel, uh
tower sh~t, no eiffel, uh
huh, my gun a football player, i load that b~tch, it tackle ya, uh
bad b~tch on my d~ck, she wanna f~ck for free, hmm
i got the clout, cash, cash, so she be f~ckin’ on me, uh
vacuum ho, way that she suckin’ on me, uh, yeah
pretty life, but these b~tches be so ugly, uh, yeah
[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
my paint is so wet, it’s so clean, put some soap in it
i’ll make you lean, but you ain’t drinkin’ no fanta
walk off the scene with a sawed off with no handle (woah)
gucci my seam and my pocket got four ‘nanas
okay, she give me the p~ssy, i float in it
okay, she do not like root beer, got coke in it (woah)
okay, her skin is so smooth ’cause she lotion it
grra~kada~boom, lil’ b~tch, i’m totin’ it (grra)
b.b. on me so i felt like i’m santana
only thing burberry probably my bandana
audemar p., so i cannot d~mn stand it
how i feel ’bout them xans same way i feel ’bout a ham sandwich
f~ck them girls together, make ’em just can~can it
them girls was nasty, enjoyed every d~mn minute
ball on a portable court with the sand in it
everything clear in the port when i land in it
[chorus: pop smoke & xxxtentacion]
i got fifty~two shots in this glock, bet a n~gga won’t let up (woo)
xd, youngin totin’ beretta (red dot)
rufflin’ feathers (don’t get shot)
i leave ’em deader
i got your b~tch suckin’ on my treasure
i woo for the floss, yeah, we do it better
i got the hoes like i’m hugh hefner
b~tch, i’m a dog, i’m a blue devil (ayy!)
one dead in neiman, scannin’, it’s readin’
perc’ head, i’m geekin’, sh~t turn me to a demon
bad b~tch named riri, nice, but treeshy
she want me to breed her (huh), i’m like, “nah, b~tch, you sneaky”
[verse 3: xxxtentacion]
“is that the wrong hole?!” no it isn’t b~tch you trippin’, yuh!
b~tch i’m post malone with that d~ck, yes that extension, yuh!
ho just hit my line, asked if my rap name is ‘x~tension’, yuh!
no, its xxx, you will catch my d~ck in your mentions, yuh!
grind on my c~ck, tony hawk, mmh, yuh, ayy
hide my d~ck and hit the female prison servin’ c~ck, ayy
this d~ck costs a band so if you touch you will be shot, ayy
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