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demigod (ft. mook) - midas gt lyrics

me and my n*ggas still catching them flights
we don’t even stay in the city
all went vegas to chill with some titties
all in the section with 100s and 50s, you ain’t f*cking with me

i’m auto, no semi, ain’t god, i’m a demi
i hopped on the flight extra late
my n*ggas had came in the city
tsa they just be bugging
he tryna land with the pillies

just came from philly , just started tripping, i’m not talking bout being mad
trapped for a living, been living so trapped, in a city, that just filling up with some rats

what the f*ck is you talking bout n*gga?
get me mad i’ll hulk out on you n*gga
oh my bad, i keep adding some fillers
just give me a minute to chill in the villa

i need a b*tch to relate to me
put food on my plate, bake a cake for me
if i’m in a jam catch a case for me
how i’m looking for you and you chasing me?
we just be running in circles, stuck in like a gerbil, two straps like i’m eurkle, i’m taking the reigns
sipping on purple, no nurple, come ride on a surfboard, i know that you want catch the wave
i just been feeling like boogie and hopsin, i got on my hoodie and i’m still getting caught in the rain
you can’t relate to my pain, i hop in a foreign with rico, he love him that benz with the b*tch that be saying his name
you is a lame , p*ssy ass n*gga can’t hang, you gon remember my name, hop on a flight, i gotta go catch me a plane

me and my n*ggas still catching them flights
we don’t even stay in the city
all went vegas to chill with some titties
all in the section with 100s and 50s, you ain’t f*cking with me

i’m auto, no semi, ain’t god, i’m a demi
i hopped on the flight extra late
my n*ggas had came in the city
tsa they just be bugging
he tryna land with the pillies

i can’t really trust these n*ggas no more
n*gga you can kick it in the dojo
i’m passing bullets n*gga, tony romo
sbml, can’t you tell? i’m riding solo

never let a n*gga or a b*tch get too close
number 9 on my hip, like i’m rondo
30 clip, hot sh*lls, feed him hallows
if a n*gga f*cking with my money, then he gotta go

lil b*tch, im a runner, i stay on the road
n*gga f*ck billy, son shine’s the goat
get to this money is all that i know
what you need? bet i got it in the low*low
pack touchdown, do my dance, imma showboat
call me santa always keep around three ho’s
got a white b*tch sipping lean out the hydro
how low can you go? baby limbo

girls in girls, room looking like a rainbow
(that p*ssy was bomb, c4)
too much drip, he gon need a f*cking raincoat
atf tryna hit me with a r.i.c.o

gang unit tripping, cause i’m always throwing c*notes
keep quiet, cause this sh*t could get lethal
n*ggas getting left, cause they wanna play a hero
now the cops mad, tryna find nemo, huh

me and my n*ggas still catching them flights
we don’t even stay in the city
all went vegas to chill with some titties
all in the section with 100s and 50s, you ain’t f*cking with me

i’m auto, no semi, ain’t god, i’m a demi
i hopped on the flight extra late
my n*ggas had came in the city
tsa they just be bugging
he tryna land with the pillies
i run it up
don’t you go ask bout the drink in my cup
think you can top me you sh*t outta luck
i think i’m giannis i might gotta buck
we in the cities come hop in the truck

all typa bitties, we don’t give a f*ck
about any you n*ggas, we up it and bust it
these b*tches tripping, don’t come ring my buzzer
when you just been drinking, and sloppy and f*cking

i just been creeping and lurking and hunting
hoping i catch me a n*gga for something
i was just hiding away in shadows, i’m waiting for him to walk up, lemme dump him

i’m waiting for him just to notice or something
sh*t get too crazy, you might have to jump in
no patric swazi, cause we some outsiders and my homie sliding, and ready to up it

f*ck is you talkin’ bout? i put the team on my back
i can see straight through the glass
i had to run it up, cause they want me to slack
don’t even trip about it, and you better man up, and don’t b*tch about it, yeah we don’t gotta talk if you really ‘bout it, yeah i tell him run up if he really ‘bout it, yeah

me and my n*ggas still catching them flights
we don’t even stay in the city
all went vegas to chill with some titties
all in the section with 100s and 50s, you ain’t f*cking with me

i’m auto, no semi, ain’t god, i’m a demi
i hopped on the flight extra late
my n*ggas had came in the city
tsa they just be bugging
he tryna land with the pillies

- midas gt lyrics

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