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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Smith
Dylan Smith
Songwriter

Lyrics

You a demon, who is you
Stop playing, go pick up a tool. What is that? It's a deuce
Nines are better, that's all that I shoot.
She thinks she can line me, I go kuu
Feel reckless, might shake up the room.
Now she a dancer, I'm confused
Calling her friend, now she getting it too.
Me and bro, we go city to city
Watch me spin back, now we making it litty.
She a baddie start popping her titty
Back out the pump, now we running like Ricky.
She got used to my style
had to switch up the southpaw. Split bread when I take her on out calls
Stop playing, we eating without y'all.
See that ****, I'm knocking his top off
She look at my bread and I told her it's nachos.
She say she loyal, but she a thot though
Spanish plug, think he El Chapo. Sending that bitch, she send me the drop though
Act up, I get loose with that Nina. That is your wife, but to me she a treesha
Too hot on your block, it's like fever.
You ain't go see me, but I already see ya
Bad bitch, told her to bend it.
Oh, it's beef, tell him to send it
Kidnap him now he in the river. Casamigos, straight fuckin my liver
I'm like Pat Riley, where my heat. Like, watch how I blow in the street
She acting neeky, she a geek.
Like, I heard from my mans you a freak
You a demon, who is you
Stop playing, go pick up a tool. What is that? It's a deuce
Nines are better, that's all that I shoot.
She thinks she can line me, I go kuu
Feel reckless, might shake up the room.
Now she a dancer, I'm confused
Calling her friend, now she getting it too.
Written by: Dylan Smith
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