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super demons - lil dotz lyrics

[intro: lil dotz]
we’re tryna be superstars
still gotta crash on them like bumper cars (crash that)
rise up the g lock, let it blaze at them (5ivemusic)
now you gotta bury your friend

[verse 1: lil dotz]
broski was a superstar with his handting
jump out, left man planking
when i pulled up, had them man sk*nking
free k*kid, that’s mr. no ramping
i’m up late with bisheads, in the t, giving yola thankings
i swear dem man neeks
don’t want beef so the sweets here just might clamp ‘em
spin through grove like franklin
you know anything blue man’s damping
while the other side just keep camping
oh, i guess it’s not safe for dem
we got corn that’ll change your friend
i been out till late with blades and skengs
next day, hit stage with fred
still in the trap, i ain’t made it yet

[verse 2: broadday]
hand ting with a whistle i done it before
you know i ain’t missin’
armed and ready jump outta the steady
you know imma pitch him
i pop a bottle, i spotted a model
to gun or to pull back the throttle
remember the day when culprit died
i sat in my cell and i chuckled
[pre*chorus: broadday]
got sent back to the cage
should’ve been shuttin’ down the wildest stage
feds on my ass tryna open the case
i can’t be livin’ off of minimum wage
pull up in **** slap my mash
leave the hand ting just ringin’
the way that ceemizz lost his life
that was a brutal k!llin’

[chorus: lil dotz]
we’re tryna be superstars
still gotta crash on them like bumper cars
rise up the g lock, let it blaze at them
now you gotta bury your friend

[verse 3: broadday]
recalled cuh big man snitchin
i made most of my opps turned victims
im a hrb stay wit it
g17’s no kitchens
i just **** your b*tch, she suckin my d*ck
rocking her dance for the clique
if your talkin’bout shootings, or stabbings
put me at the top of the list
[verse 4: lil dotz]
world war 3 when i step with my rrrr
everyone best lay down
no, this ain’t no stre*stre
bine on kids, best run when i dump out the playground
you might bring a [?], then [?] the dots
or b1 might bring the tre pound
all h*ll break loose, discharge and spray round
just know gang don’t play round

[verse 5: broadday]
made **** out my playground
rex got hit wit’ a tre pound
deetz got hit wit’ a .32, **** got bun wit’ a nina
wallahi i would’ve shot soraya
but suspect begged me to leave her
gave v1 most of my zk
i wish that i dug that deeper
i wish that i dug that deeper

[pre*chorus: broadday]
got sent back to the cage
should’ve been shuttin’ down the wildest stage
feds on my ass tryna open the case
i can’t be livin’ off of minimum wage
pull up in **** slap my mash
leave the hand ting just ringin’
the way that ceemizz lost his life
that was a brutal k!llin’
[chorus: lil dotz]
we’re tryna be superstars
still gotta crash on them like bumper cars
rise up the g lock, let it blaze at them
now you gotta bury your friend

[outro]
yeah, we could be superstars
we been rather wreckin’ cars
what is at stake?
what is at stake for us?
kickin’ off power mirrors
yeah, we could be superstars
we been rather wreckin’ cars
what is at stake for us?
kickin’ off power mirrors

- lil dotz lyrics

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