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Conversations With the Devil
17.953
Hip-Hop/Rap
Conversations With the Devil è stato pubblicato il 26 dicembre 2017 da G59 Records come parte dell'album Conversations With the Devil - Single
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Data di uscita26 dicembre 2017
EtichettaG59 Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM80

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ramirez
Ramirez
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mikey the Magician
Mikey the Magician
Producer

Testi

(MTM, hit 'em with the heat)
Throw my burners inside of the bush so I don't get caught
Get the fuck from 'round me 'fore I cock my hammer, unload the Glock
Comin' out the Benz, steadily moving weight
'Cause the hustle, don't stop
I'm comin' to win and all of my **** be gunnin', shootin' for the top
Inside a the cocaine Beamer pushin' it up yo' lane
Didn't have no daddy, so my uncle made me soak up his game
I keep it a hunnid 'cause my word is bond, in the hood it don't change
Comin' up from nothin', hustlin' for my money
Now I'm grippin' grain
I'm beatin' it down yo' block
Settin' up another shop
Gotta watch out for these Opps
Call the block, it's fuckin' hot
Puttin' money inside my sock
Watchin' all of my pigeons flock
Nickel and dime me busta
Then I promise that yo' body drop
Bitch I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang ho (I do my thang)
Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho
Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low
Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo
Bitch I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang ho (I do my thang)
Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho
Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low
Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo
Comin' up out the bushes with a red dot
I'm aimin' to kill
Pushin' a pill, with this steel
Pointin' my pocket rocket to your grill
Fuck how you feel
Bringin' the ruckus, ain't no time to sleep
Freddy Krueger with no patience
Slit yo' throat and let you bleed
You want gunplay?
Let them guns spray
But I promise you this ain't what you want man
I'm off that Novocain
Smokin' propane
Hit 'em in the fuckin' chest and see the blood drain
I'm a kick door pro
Me want all the smoke
Kick into yo' momma house for my .44
Bullet shells tap dancin' all on the flo'
Bring me all the static 'cause Gorilla want some mo'
Bitch I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang ho (I do my thang)
Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho
Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low
Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo
Bitch I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang ho (I do my thang)
Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho
Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low
Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo
(All this ammo, this ammo, this ammo)
Written by: Michele Scatamacchia, Ramirez
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