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Demonic
Hip-Hop/Rap
Demonic was released on September 16, 2025 by FON DA LABEL LLC. as a part of the album Race Against Time
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Release DateSeptember 16, 2025
LabelFON DA LABEL LLC.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boris Lloyd
Boris Lloyd
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Boris Lloyd
Boris Lloyd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aimonmyneck
Aimonmyneck
Producer

Lyrics

Got a wicked lil bitch
Say she into the threesome
Fuckin up the money
Got me trapin up to 3 sumn.
Name BoPoundz
Call my phone if u need 1.
2 Girlfriends
So a **** had to leave 1.
Bad lil bitch
Model walk
Chrissy teigen
Trapping like the 80's
Want the work then hit my beeper.
Trapping like 90's
Keep the work up in the freezer.
2010
Get the work off at Ibiza.
Uh.
Time to take off
**** here I go.
When you gonna drop the weigh in Bo ?
**** here it go.
Money in my hands .
Take off
**** where he go?
Trapping so long
All my prices come In very low.
Money over Bitches
So I'm sorry gotta let you go.
Never really tripping
I'm just real enough to let you know.
Caught too many feelings
So I gave myself antidote.
Aint sucking dick
Then I'm sorry bitch I gotta go
Uh.
If I spin yo block
I tote big shit.
.45 Glock
Was my only gift for Christmas.
Never punched a clock
And I ain't never washing dishes.
Real trap ****
I'm addicted to the digits.
Uh !
Lil bitch said that I'm dreamy
Hit the pussy once.
Now the lil bitch creaming.
Put her a song
Now the lil bitch singing
Wanna catch a deal
Then you gotta catch the semen
Uh!
Fuck the bitch once
Then it's nap time
Shooting up the church
While yo son getting baptized
Mac 10, Mac 11
I Dont care about the Mac the size.
Look em in da eye
Never shoot him in the backside
Uh!
Label call my phone
then it's flip time
Track after track
Yeah you know I gotta get mine .
Sign for a album
Need a check and the big sign.
**** hit the lotto
Ain't no taxes when I get mine.
Uh!
All my shit crank what I tell y'all
Bitch keep my strap
in the back of her telfar.
Pull up to the club
Got the mason and Chanel on.
Weed & lots of money
Yeah that's all you ever smell boy
Uh!
Real **** stay out the way
A **** come stupid
I swear that's day
Do all of my homework
Find out all yo plays.
Then send all my shooters
to sit on they place.
Uh!
Fuck a remix
Call it street mix
Coupe on E
But it's clean on my street shit
**** keep on showing all his money
it don't mean shit
Spend a **** rent
on a trip out to eat Bitch
Uh!
You already know how it go ****
Double up the money
From the 2 to the 4 ****
Talkin bout she love me
But I know that she a gold digger.
Told her gtf
She better go and call her old ****.
Uh
Tryna be me
He a get wit.
Bitch put wax in her j
Oh she lit lit.
Got her real high
Got some head at a picnic.
Caught me a play
Was a **** on ripstick
Uh!
Always on the ball
Never time out
Needed me a plug
I took a chance
And Started flying out.
Saw my first 100
Said It ain't no looking back now.
**** talking stupid
Better look in to my background.
Uh!
Fuck lil dog.
Get a cat ****.
Sneaky lil bitches.
But they sniff out all the rats ****.
Always on my toes
Never putting nothing past ****.
Where the new money?
I ain't worried bout the past figures.
Uh!
Cash came in
Get the mail out
Circuit city prices
**** boutta have a sale out
Life ain't been the same since
My **** fucking fell out.
If a **** call my phone
I Still got you wit bail out.
Uh!
Written by: Boris Clayron Lloyd
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