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devil want my soul - montannaatm lyrics

[intro]
(pooda, you made this?)

[verse]
i’m with them n*ggas who clap sh*t and spin, get who we lookin’ for (get who we lookin’ for)
might bail out a black truck, glock 21 with a switch, you know i’ma shoot through the door (you know i’ma shoot through the door)
we wrap you up if your ass ain’t locked in
put the glock to his head, make him lay on the floor (b*tch)
treat this like a fire, made him stop, drop and roll
i need everything, i’m takin’ your soul
if he get caught, then he know that’s his ass and that’s the way we roll (that’s how it go)
death by association, them n*ggas died tryna kick it, you know the way it go
my lil’ ho was waitin’, i’m in the back tryna hit it, but i walked away with the tall one
told her bring her friend, i’m tryna see what’s up with them, if these b*tches goin’, i’ma smoke ’em
n*ggas know i’m not tryna kick it
chasin’ money, i want a ticket (you know it)
feds watchin’ and they probably listenin’ (huh?)
i’m the hottest n*gga in the district (gang)
trap rollin’, i’m in the kitchen (i’m in the kitchen)
show a n*gga how to water whip it (skrr)
quarters ki’s get the quarter flippin’
seventeen*five for a whole biscuit
seventeen*five get your dog missin’
servin’ pedigree, got a dog whistle
f*cked up a pack, now your dog in it
he ain’t bring it back, now they all get it
caught my favorite opp, now we all skippin’
n*ggas really police, talkin’ ’bout, “y’all did it”
shootin’ sh*t like kobe and my dog pippen
thinkin’ he a problem, we’ll solve n*ggas (b*tch)
that glock burn and dissolve n*ggas
and that sh*t ain’t gon’ ease the pain (it ain’t)
know my b*tch don’t strip, but she a diamond like she lisaraye
she gon’ hold me down while i run it up and that’s how we gon’ play
side b*tch like, “sosa, baby, what you eat today?”
i say, “steak and asparagus, the usual, a decent plate”
back to the 6 where demons play
we want murder, sing along, we let that chopper sing away
the reaper grab you by your hand and let your body bleed away
ten toes down where i stand, i’ma blow my glock and get away
up my chop and we gon’ flip the block, bounce out with fifty shots
pop us a top, we make the city hot, he died, got sent away
they sent the drop, we spinned that b*tch so fast, you know we hit a face
bounce out, get ’em, where is you goin’?
bounce out, get ’em, where is you goin’?
n*gga thought he was safe in indiana, we hit his ass up and flew down torrence
high*speed chase, you know i ain’t goin’
lake shore drive, get off on lawrence
they want me dead, i’m already knowin’
devil want my soul, but i’m not goin’ (huh?)
leave a n*gga cold, but it’s not snowin’
devil want my soul, but i’m not goin’
[outro]
nah, i can’t
(pooda, you made this?)

- montannaatm lyrics

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