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demonz freestyle - digital analog lyrics

[verse 1: vtizzel]
lets go, lets get it
continue the race till it’s finished (umm)
demons is out demons is gone
they gettin diminished
let me finish my sentence (uh)
gimme my money and pay me in full ima need my percentage (uh)
shots fired, hit the floor (uh)
baking soda hit the nose (uh)
naughty naughty bullets hit ya body make a p*ssy n*gga
hit the woah
or the folks thats the dance
t*pose be the stance
tizzel tizzel to the instrumental
put these bad hoes in a trance
assassinate the kitty really really from the foggy city to the land
murder, murder
i’m k!lling the cat, i murder the p*ssy
everyone know i’m a motherf*cking k!ller all you gotta do is push me
all these n*ggas h*lla sussy
say they gon roll like a tootsie
they straight down the road, won’t move a foot all they do is playin footsies
put these n*ggas in a doosie
wet a n*gga like jacuzzi
p*ssy p*ssy wit the pistol pistol call the dumb n*gga lil suzi
n*gga won’t bust or won’t pop
n*gga gon run to his pop
cuz if he run up and pull up his gun up he shot
he gon get rushed and get mobbed
[verse 2: mellay]
i don’t chase, i don’t got the time
i don’t gotta try to change her mind
sure enough she coming back around
tryna hit me back up with a line
new jam, new hype
new fans, new problems
new women, new drama
work hard for the commas
know i’m a catch (uhh)
upgrade the bag (uhh)
dare ya to go against me, know that you gotta be mad (uhh)
trying to be better myself, can’t be competing with n0body else
all of these rappers they sub par, y’all lock jaw, fall head over heels
right swipe my visa
she like life leisure
new whip for the road
green lights i leave her
ambition ambition
prolly why i stay alone
come and tell me what you bout
clout chasing, oh you really on?
put in the work, ferg, lie but say you honest
you that average joe with flows and do more blow then joe exotic
best to stay up on your game before you say you smashed mellay, god of fire, ride and rollin, lava flowing past pele
[verse 3: vazh]
bringing the heat let my demons release
like it’s bar number 3 of vt verse
baking soda, average joe gone blow up
it’s the lines that make you reverse, rewind
just getting started like it’s second nine
going back in time i decide
i don’t need me no weapon
you get done like second seven
done with gimmicks i hope you get the
reference
ain’t in the hood and yo slime a rat
prolly wire wrapped
faking snot
when i’m seventeen i’ll get some 38s
put em in your face
taking shots
kidding partially
put in a pack with no filter
my eyelids gon look like i hardly see
i finish sh*t so you don’t wanna start with me
come to your city we on some marauder things

- digital analog lyrics

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