My niggas, they takin' some souls, like they aimin' for feet, comin' for me, then you get
Your ass beat
Wake up, get it back, that's a repeat, she f*ckin' with me, cause she know I don't cheat
That's how I f*ck a friend, do the one shit, I do it again
She wanna f*ck with me, okay, told her I don't want love again
We hit to f*ck, nigga, with that k, make his lil' ass do the runnin' man
She wanna give me that top, yeah, I told her I don't get that shit off of my Veneman
She like, the f*ck with that, Bobby took her to her box, then she do the schmuck dance
Of course, you know this ballin' a sport, you see us all on the court
We got four and cash make five, niggas could die, try one of mine
We'll do you bad if you step out of line, hit you with grease and now that nigga fried
Spendin' a block, you know that we could slide
I be with demons like Devil May Cry, a nigga try Jalen or Shawnny, he die
And we keep the score up, you know we gon' slide
You know that we lit, you could catch us outside
Bitch, I'm with shot by twin, if you f*ck with me, get shot by twin
If you the thing, you don't get shot by twin
Twin, shoot his ass, book, f*ck his ass, Jalen, hit his ass
Nigga said that he got beef, we gon' cook his ass
What
Hit 'em with 5 like a biggie bag
Do it, do it back, then we speed it off with the diggy bag
Hit it from the back, got her feelin' like a piggy bag
Cut my side bitch off, but I think I want my biddy back
Want yo shit plug, we the ones get he city tapped
Hit his ass in his stomach in his shit bag
I'll take a nigga's shoes till that nigga get his kicks back
Yeah, damn, I'm so disrespectful
Mom said she don't care what I do
Just go be successful
Bitch, I'm one up, you is not my kind
You ain't on my level, don't hit my phone up
You can't get my time, can't fit you in the schedule
What
Hey, diamonds don't fall under pressure
Nope
I came home with a big ass roll
Momma turned it to a lecture
Yeah
Please don't wear that fake ass ice, we turn into inspectors
Go, go Gadget with that clip we but you on projectors
F*ck around and put you in your place
We playin' chess, not checks
She giving head 110%, she really put in effort
Yeah, bitch gon' put in work
She said she like that I am clever
She askin' we gon' get together, so I told her never
F*ck with me, I feel like Dante, bitch, and you'll get severed
And bitch, you know I'm FFE, it's deeper than just letters
What
One up
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Devil May Cry (feat. Jalen1Up & Shawnny 2x) Video (MV)
Performed By: DaiThaTwin & Bookz
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Shawn Herring, Dai'Wan Edwards, Jalen Walton, Tai'Shawn Edwards
DaiThaTwin & Bookz - Devil May Cry (feat. Jalen1Up & Shawnny 2x) Lyrics
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My niggas, they takin' some souls, like they aimin' for feet, comin' for me, then you get
Your ass beat
Wake up, get it back, that's a repeat, she f*ckin' with me, cause she know I don't cheat
That's how I f*ck a friend, do the one shit, I do it again
She wanna f*ck with me, okay, told her I don't want love again
We hit to f*ck, nigga, with that k, make his lil' ass do the runnin' man
She wanna give me that top, yeah, I told her I don't get that shit off of my Veneman
She like, the f*ck with that, Bobby took her to her box, then she do the schmuck dance
Of course, you know this ballin' a sport, you see us all on the court
We got four and cash make five, niggas could die, try one of mine
We'll do you bad if you step out of line, hit you with grease and now that nigga fried
Spendin' a block, you know that we could slide
I be with demons like Devil May Cry, a nigga try Jalen or Shawnny, he die
And we keep the score up, you know we gon' slide
You know that we lit, you could catch us outside
Bitch, I'm with shot by twin, if you f*ck with me, get shot by twin
If you the thing, you don't get shot by twin
Twin, shoot his ass, book, f*ck his ass, Jalen, hit his ass
Nigga said that he got beef, we gon' cook his ass
What
Hit 'em with 5 like a biggie bag
Do it, do it back, then we speed it off with the diggy bag
Hit it from the back, got her feelin' like a piggy bag
Cut my side bitch off, but I think I want my biddy back
Want yo shit plug, we the ones get he city tapped
Hit his ass in his stomach in his shit bag
I'll take a nigga's shoes till that nigga get his kicks back
Yeah, damn, I'm so disrespectful
Mom said she don't care what I do
Just go be successful
Bitch, I'm one up, you is not my kind
You ain't on my level, don't hit my phone up
You can't get my time, can't fit you in the schedule
What
Hey, diamonds don't fall under pressure
Nope
I came home with a big ass roll
Momma turned it to a lecture
Yeah
Please don't wear that fake ass ice, we turn into inspectors
Go, go Gadget with that clip we but you on projectors
F*ck around and put you in your place
We playin' chess, not checks
She giving head 110%, she really put in effort
Yeah, bitch gon' put in work
She said she like that I am clever
She askin' we gon' get together, so I told her never
F*ck with me, I feel like Dante, bitch, and you'll get severed
And bitch, you know I'm FFE, it's deeper than just letters
What
One up
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Your ass beat
Wake up, get it back, that's a repeat, she f*ckin' with me, cause she know I don't cheat
That's how I f*ck a friend, do the one shit, I do it again
She wanna f*ck with me, okay, told her I don't want love again
We hit to f*ck, nigga, with that k, make his lil' ass do the runnin' man
She wanna give me that top, yeah, I told her I don't get that shit off of my Veneman
She like, the f*ck with that, Bobby took her to her box, then she do the schmuck dance
Of course, you know this ballin' a sport, you see us all on the court
We got four and cash make five, niggas could die, try one of mine
We'll do you bad if you step out of line, hit you with grease and now that nigga fried
Spendin' a block, you know that we could slide
I be with demons like Devil May Cry, a nigga try Jalen or Shawnny, he die
And we keep the score up, you know we gon' slide
You know that we lit, you could catch us outside
Bitch, I'm with shot by twin, if you f*ck with me, get shot by twin
If you the thing, you don't get shot by twin
Twin, shoot his ass, book, f*ck his ass, Jalen, hit his ass
Nigga said that he got beef, we gon' cook his ass
What
Hit 'em with 5 like a biggie bag
Do it, do it back, then we speed it off with the diggy bag
Hit it from the back, got her feelin' like a piggy bag
Cut my side bitch off, but I think I want my biddy back
Want yo shit plug, we the ones get he city tapped
Hit his ass in his stomach in his shit bag
I'll take a nigga's shoes till that nigga get his kicks back
Yeah, damn, I'm so disrespectful
Mom said she don't care what I do
Just go be successful
Bitch, I'm one up, you is not my kind
You ain't on my level, don't hit my phone up
You can't get my time, can't fit you in the schedule
What
Hey, diamonds don't fall under pressure
Nope
I came home with a big ass roll
Momma turned it to a lecture
Yeah
Please don't wear that fake ass ice, we turn into inspectors
Go, go Gadget with that clip we but you on projectors
F*ck around and put you in your place
We playin' chess, not checks
She giving head 110%, she really put in effort
Yeah, bitch gon' put in work
She said she like that I am clever
She askin' we gon' get together, so I told her never
F*ck with me, I feel like Dante, bitch, and you'll get severed
And bitch, you know I'm FFE, it's deeper than just letters
What
One up
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Writer: Shawn Herring, Dai'Wan Edwards, Jalen Walton, Tai'Shawn Edwards
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid