Demons by MK47 Lyrics
Hook:
I be posted with demons, posted with the demons
All these backstabbers hatin on me for no reason
Yea they switched up on me just like the season
Seen him type the other day and he was freezin
Mk-47:
Freestylin in the whip
Yea Im tryna get that drip
Baguettes all on my wrist
Lemme give you a tip
If you wanna go and dip
Go ahead I ain't gon trip
My last bitch did that to me now I dont feel shit
Lemme be honest
Ima fuck it up yea I get it fuckin poppin
Lets switch the mood yea Im switchin up the topic
She ridin up and down on my fuckin rocket
She really want the dick but I ain’t gonna give it to her
She want me to go deep my dick long like a ruler
She in college she gon skip with me Ferris Bueller
Ice on my neck and my wrist like a jeweler
Yea
And she know Im tryna run the fuckin game
Hear it in my voice I talk that mothafuckin pain
Tryna get the money dont give fuck about the fame
Me and my bros take your girl run a mothafuckin train
G-Libra:
Young nigga chasin money cuz its all you know I wanted
Gotta keep movin nigga ain't no time for stallin
2 or 3 years til the nigga gon be ballin
Ain't no point in givin up I gotta go my hardest
Pardon me while I go and hit my target
Nigga Ima go the farthest
Dont even get me started
All you niggas think you better you look so retarded
And if Im being honest I know Ima get up on it
Smokin blunt after blunt countin rack after rack
Everything I spit heat yes thats a fact
If you dont like me then thats too bad
Give a fuck what you think bitch I ain’t mad
Me and my nigga we been rappin for a minute
Now its that time that we gotta go get it
Malachi the bro and you know he stay spittin
I know we gon make it with this shit that written
Yea, we gon be on top
Once we up there nigga know we won't drop
Diamond chain pinky ring with the gold watch
Blowin up droppin heat like molotov
Yea bitch, gettin big guap
Hit your bitch, dip quick like a pitstop
Rollin up with the gas got a big blunt
Now Im bout to light it up cuz my shit done
I be posted with demons, posted with the demons
All these backstabbers hatin on me for no reason
Yea they switched up on me just like the season
Seen him type the other day and he was freezin
Mk-47:
Freestylin in the whip
Yea Im tryna get that drip
Baguettes all on my wrist
Lemme give you a tip
If you wanna go and dip
Go ahead I ain't gon trip
My last bitch did that to me now I dont feel shit
Lemme be honest
Ima fuck it up yea I get it fuckin poppin
Lets switch the mood yea Im switchin up the topic
She ridin up and down on my fuckin rocket
She really want the dick but I ain’t gonna give it to her
She want me to go deep my dick long like a ruler
She in college she gon skip with me Ferris Bueller
Ice on my neck and my wrist like a jeweler
Yea
And she know Im tryna run the fuckin game
Hear it in my voice I talk that mothafuckin pain
Tryna get the money dont give fuck about the fame
Me and my bros take your girl run a mothafuckin train
G-Libra:
Young nigga chasin money cuz its all you know I wanted
Gotta keep movin nigga ain't no time for stallin
2 or 3 years til the nigga gon be ballin
Ain't no point in givin up I gotta go my hardest
Pardon me while I go and hit my target
Nigga Ima go the farthest
Dont even get me started
All you niggas think you better you look so retarded
And if Im being honest I know Ima get up on it
Smokin blunt after blunt countin rack after rack
Everything I spit heat yes thats a fact
If you dont like me then thats too bad
Give a fuck what you think bitch I ain’t mad
Me and my nigga we been rappin for a minute
Now its that time that we gotta go get it
Malachi the bro and you know he stay spittin
I know we gon make it with this shit that written
Yea, we gon be on top
Once we up there nigga know we won't drop
Diamond chain pinky ring with the gold watch
Blowin up droppin heat like molotov
Yea bitch, gettin big guap
Hit your bitch, dip quick like a pitstop
Rollin up with the gas got a big blunt
Now Im bout to light it up cuz my shit done