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demon time - blew kash lyrics

[intro]
who is that n*gga in his*
blew kash
n*ggas wanna switch sides and sh*t
can’t be my friends

[chorus]
know the type of sh*t i’m on
ain’t tryna take it then
warned about them guns you flaunting
but we know you scared
run his head into the wall, because we know he wet
what hood did he say he from?
don’t even know him there

[verse 1]
only got my time to take my kind for weakness
then it’s over
bullets go inside and tap his spine
and collapse the shoulder
unpacking this dutchie, kinda musty, you can spell the aroma
love is dead, homiе
so much, we had to bring him closer
talking in third person whilе i’m lurking
something wrong with him
bullets get dispersing, and his curtains
i want all of them
hollow tips is burning and they hurting
breaking all his limbs
oh, he tried to tun, you little c*nt
catch these hollow tips
homerun
eastside, that’s where these b*tches at
why she always over there?
that’s where the crips is at
gave that little huzzy some money
she gonna trick for that
jeezy’s with extendies and switches
got the beam attached
[verse 2]
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
i jsut seen my homie with the opps, last chance with them
problem is when i squeeze it, get that pass again
hop out with that choppa, it’s a slaughter
it’s a massacre
all black like wakanda
getting little like some ganja
she wants to be my partner
i’m gon treat you like mufasa
knock him off the roster, he imposter, need a oscar
run him down and hit him up
i’ll send him to the doctor

[verse 3]
no sympathy if you hanging with them n*ggas
i bet we crack his frame like somebody dropped his picture
man, this .40 like some liquor, ok, cool serve a couple shots
get the whip, bounce on the spot, his location dropped
[bridge]
*percussion sound x4
yeah, them 6’s hot
*percussion sound x4
ooh, i think he shot
*percussion sound x5
drums hold a lot
*percussion sound x5
it’s like they never stop

[verse 4]
know you broke the rules, you f*ck with dudu
we don’t f*ck with him
playing both sides is never cool
that means we wasn’t friends
.762s is being used to make his body twitch
go and watch the news about the shooting
everybody hit
ruler on this ruler, got a nickname freddy krueger
auction off medula
turn his head to stone, medusa
no, i’m not mechanic, i’m professional with these toolies
pump overflowing
drop him, one down
why i’m shooting
spinning off the rental, .44 bulldog out the window
heart is pumping venom, send the hollows through his denim
i ain’t doing no drive*by
i’m hopping out and i park the sh*t
empty out the cartridges, send hollows through his cotton wedge
[chorus]
know the type of sh*t i’m on
ain’t tryna take it then
warned about them guns you flaunting
but we know you scared
run his head into the wall, because we know he wet
what hood did he say he from?
don’t even know him there

[outro]
p*ssy!

- blew kash lyrics

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