Hey Heyyyyyy
It's Pressure
Yeah we finna f*ck em up Ricco
Blow up like a meter
Orange and black on Halloween all season
Bitch you might f*ck up your breathing
With the Devil I was sittin' I was bleedin'
I talk to God to get rid of these demons
When I slide bitch it's demon season
Leave you dead don't give me a reason
Family been hurting man they all be grieving
Run up on me and this glock I am squeezin'
When I slide bitch it's demon time
Don't need them diamonds to f*ckin' shine
If we hit a lick pass me the nine
I'll run up gun to his spine
He's countin' his days and he's countin' his blessings
His paws have been sweatin' man this nigga stressin'
Dead or alive man his life is in question
Panic all up in his facial expression
As a youngin' I was robbin' and jackin'
And nothing has changed but add pistol packin'
Without the strap man you'll get caught lackin'
We bout that action so let's get it crackin'
I'm talking to God to get rid of these demons
Think I'm too late and I fell of the deep end
I'm stuck in this hell and I am not leavin'
Talks with the devil got me like I'm dreamin'
Blow up like a meter
Orange and black on Halloween all season
Bitch you might f*ck up your breathing
With the Devil I was sittin' I was bleedin'
I talk to God to get rid of these demons
When I slide bitch it's demon season
Leave you dead don't give me a reason
Family been hurting man they all be grieving
Run up on me and this glock I am squeezin'
Keep a gun on my hip so move
Would've f*cked but she gave attitude
That's one thing I hate bout these bitches they rude
But I hop in the whip and she playin my tunes
I'm knowing she like how I groove
In the stu keep the lead in the booth
Tell my rights I won't tell you the truth
Yeah I know that they want me to lose
I got Chris with me give you the blues
Yeah my brudda take pussies out shoes
Tempers flaring we might bust a fuse
Bitches staring they looking confused
Overkill yeah we might over do
Keep a steel to protect who and who
Bloody slimey they shit look like glue
Hakuna matata we play in the zoo
Blow up like a meter
Orange and black on Halloween all season
Bitch you might f*ck up your breathing
With the Devil I was sittin' I was bleedin'
I talk to God to get rid of these demons
When I slide bitch it's demon season
Leave you dead don't give me a reason
Family been hurting man they all be grieving
Run up on me and this glock I am squeezin'
DDB Ricco - Demon Season (feat. D Pressure) Lyrics
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Hey Heyyyyyy
It's Pressure
Yeah we finna f*ck em up Ricco
Blow up like a meter
Orange and black on Halloween all season
Bitch you might f*ck up your breathing
With the Devil I was sittin' I was bleedin'
I talk to God to get rid of these demons
When I slide bitch it's demon season
Leave you dead don't give me a reason
Family been hurting man they all be grieving
Run up on me and this glock I am squeezin'
When I slide bitch it's demon time
Don't need them diamonds to f*ckin' shine
If we hit a lick pass me the nine
I'll run up gun to his spine
He's countin' his days and he's countin' his blessings
His paws have been sweatin' man this nigga stressin'
Dead or alive man his life is in question
Panic all up in his facial expression
As a youngin' I was robbin' and jackin'
And nothing has changed but add pistol packin'
Without the strap man you'll get caught lackin'
We bout that action so let's get it crackin'
I'm talking to God to get rid of these demons
Think I'm too late and I fell of the deep end
I'm stuck in this hell and I am not leavin'
Talks with the devil got me like I'm dreamin'
Blow up like a meter
Orange and black on Halloween all season
Bitch you might f*ck up your breathing
With the Devil I was sittin' I was bleedin'
I talk to God to get rid of these demons
When I slide bitch it's demon season
Leave you dead don't give me a reason
Family been hurting man they all be grieving
Run up on me and this glock I am squeezin'
Keep a gun on my hip so move
Would've f*cked but she gave attitude
That's one thing I hate bout these bitches they rude
But I hop in the whip and she playin my tunes
I'm knowing she like how I groove
In the stu keep the lead in the booth
Tell my rights I won't tell you the truth
Yeah I know that they want me to lose
I got Chris with me give you the blues
Yeah my brudda take pussies out shoes
Tempers flaring we might bust a fuse
Bitches staring they looking confused
Overkill yeah we might over do
Keep a steel to protect who and who
Bloody slimey they shit look like glue
Hakuna matata we play in the zoo
Blow up like a meter
Orange and black on Halloween all season
Bitch you might f*ck up your breathing
With the Devil I was sittin' I was bleedin'
I talk to God to get rid of these demons
When I slide bitch it's demon season
Leave you dead don't give me a reason
Family been hurting man they all be grieving
Run up on me and this glock I am squeezin'
It's Pressure
Yeah we finna f*ck em up Ricco
Blow up like a meter
Orange and black on Halloween all season
Bitch you might f*ck up your breathing
With the Devil I was sittin' I was bleedin'
I talk to God to get rid of these demons
When I slide bitch it's demon season
Leave you dead don't give me a reason
Family been hurting man they all be grieving
Run up on me and this glock I am squeezin'
When I slide bitch it's demon time
Don't need them diamonds to f*ckin' shine
If we hit a lick pass me the nine
I'll run up gun to his spine
He's countin' his days and he's countin' his blessings
His paws have been sweatin' man this nigga stressin'
Dead or alive man his life is in question
Panic all up in his facial expression
As a youngin' I was robbin' and jackin'
And nothing has changed but add pistol packin'
Without the strap man you'll get caught lackin'
We bout that action so let's get it crackin'
I'm talking to God to get rid of these demons
Think I'm too late and I fell of the deep end
I'm stuck in this hell and I am not leavin'
Talks with the devil got me like I'm dreamin'
Blow up like a meter
Orange and black on Halloween all season
Bitch you might f*ck up your breathing
With the Devil I was sittin' I was bleedin'
I talk to God to get rid of these demons
When I slide bitch it's demon season
Leave you dead don't give me a reason
Family been hurting man they all be grieving
Run up on me and this glock I am squeezin'
Keep a gun on my hip so move
Would've f*cked but she gave attitude
That's one thing I hate bout these bitches they rude
But I hop in the whip and she playin my tunes
I'm knowing she like how I groove
In the stu keep the lead in the booth
Tell my rights I won't tell you the truth
Yeah I know that they want me to lose
I got Chris with me give you the blues
Yeah my brudda take pussies out shoes
Tempers flaring we might bust a fuse
Bitches staring they looking confused
Overkill yeah we might over do
Keep a steel to protect who and who
Bloody slimey they shit look like glue
Hakuna matata we play in the zoo
Blow up like a meter
Orange and black on Halloween all season
Bitch you might f*ck up your breathing
With the Devil I was sittin' I was bleedin'
I talk to God to get rid of these demons
When I slide bitch it's demon season
Leave you dead don't give me a reason
Family been hurting man they all be grieving
Run up on me and this glock I am squeezin'
Writer: Anthony Adams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid