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Ms. Devil (feat. KR Prince)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ms. Devil (feat. KR Prince) was released on March 17, 2023 by ShootHigher as a part of the album Summer 23 - Single
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Release DateMarch 17, 2023
LabelShootHigher
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Romon Anderson
Romon Anderson
Songwriter
Prince Weeks
Prince Weeks
Songwriter

Lyrics

Just take the time and listen
The outside is fine
But intentions be playin' for competition
The way that the world is sickened
They never change, but I'm blamed
I just think Ima stay my distance
They was hatin'
They all in my comment section
Go to god, give him thanks
This an honest blessing
Can't be complacent, if I get a chance
Ima take it
I always knew I was gifted
Did you know
We came up out a project building
On my way to my teens
Seen a lot of killings
On a hospital bed
Full of penicillin
I'm just happy I'm here
Now my pen is different
Had to stay in a house
Wit' some people that I didn't know
But we built them bonds
Didn't know that life would hit this hard
Caught by surprise, my mom told me my aunt was gone
Can't stress no girl
Before I can give her my all
I'm blessin' myself wit' the world
Don't you know about prince
He be stuck in the room writing songs
And he pop out the cut wit' some curls
I don't even care how she feel
Just tryna run up these mills
Don't care what you say
I need a house in the hills
Mama can't keep up wit' bills
I need to get paid
Tryna tell me what I can't accomplish
We ain't had no option
We grew from robbin'
If they had it we gon' take their belongings
Do it in silence, no need to comment
Thank the lord that I ain't in the streets
Shawty bad but that hoe for the team
Mrs Devil just been in my sheets
Call by the reverend man, know I'm heaven sent
Use to never wanna be on the scene
Now my mama gone see on the screen
Who them lil **** gone wanna be
This shit get
Coexistence
Even in the summer I'm the coldest ****
Them hoes ain't notice till i got the digits
Now I'm focused with it
Bitches posting pictures to my song
Ion really want the love
Just tongue
Same till **** the day that I'm on
Same **** till the day that I'm gone
Hating **** prolly singing my song
**** ah say you changed in a minute
Ïon really got the time for no bond
They say it could be the closest one get you
Ain't too much of grass in my lawn
Fakest **** be the ones with you
Ain't gone lie I been inconsistent
Vision blurry couldn't see the picture
Telling shawty how to clear image
Like picture this and picture that
Every second she wanna snap
No camera with her ion pay attention then
Greatest **** I should prolly fill it in
Greatest **** I should prolly represent
Amiri jeans cost bout a hundred bands
Ï ain't never seen bout a hundred bands
Deuce deuce like Jayson Tatum here
Get you some green, its bout a hundred hands
When you broke with your hand out
Them **** ain't giving no handouts
Bad bitch want it in her mouth So
I'm pulling up to her house
Pussy whipped ima slave to it
Tryna see how to change my ways through I do it ****
If it ain't bout bread keep moving
Some people gone say that it's arrogant
A-lot of you rappers I'm sparing ya
A-lot you bitches be dead wrong
In christian Dior on some devil shit
I'm hesitant ain't celibate I'm celebrant
My **** in heaven with hella bitches
So many digits I can't remember wrote this shit for forgiveness
Written by: Prince Weeks, Romon Anderson
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