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Diablo
79
Hip-Hop/Rap
Diablo was released on August 8, 2021 by Neverland Sound LLC as a part of the album Diablo - Single
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Release DateAugust 8, 2021
LabelNeverland Sound LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Crawford
R. Crawford
Songwriter

Lyrics

Still never folded
With weight on my shoulders
Come pop a level
They don't wanna dance
With the Devil
Plenty have tried
Met they demise
Who want the pressure
Come dance with the Devil
Put it in they face
And make em feel it
You see theres good
And theres great
Lemme show you the difference ugh
Flow touch the soul like midas
Nah its too late to care who like us
Q could tell you stories
From that white truck
I was making hits
Before I mic'd up
Put a band around my jacksons
Like im Mike bruhs
I ain't yo average joe
My city wish me well
Now I'm good to go
We bet the house on you Velli
Go on and bring it home
Blessings ten fold
the only fold we know
Its over the head
Like a over throw
Who wanna dance wit Diablo
AMG powder white
Like I'm Medellin Gustavo
Mob ties
So the hits get sent pronto
Call up stupid
He gone do it over tacos
Still never folded
With weight on my shoulders
Come pop a level
They dont wanna dance wit the Devil
Plenty have tried
Met they demise
Who want the pressure
Come dance with the Devil
Flip the 2 to 4 to 8
Like Im Black Mamba
My enemies wanna give me shells like Obama
They ain't as tough as they seem
They just imposters
Playing on the gram
My **** playing wit them grams
Unk told me drop the pork
But we still going ham
They caught my **** wit an O of boy like he Cam
I wanna see my **** wit matching lambs
Not matching cells
Flip the bitches like a coin head or tail
Pussy come wit no smell
Foot on the gas no shell
We stacking green up like kale
My bitches ask two questions cash app or zelle
Before my brother take the stand
He'll rot in hell
Dog used to send my bows through the mail
I was feeling through the box like braille
I couldn't call the post man
And ask him why i wasn't there
Pay a visit to my killers
We locked in like jamaican hair
Come and dance wit the devil
Still never folded
With weight on my shoulders
Come pop a level
They dont wanna dance wit the Devil
Plenty have tried
Met they demise
Who want the pressure
Come dance with the Devil
Written by: R. Crawford
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