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Triggersmith - Demons Lyrics



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Really lately everywhere I'm going
Only see a demon on my shoulder
They don't wanna they see they never knew it
But i was running deep they never knew it
This whole time moms
F*ck
They aint knowing whatever level I be on
They aint knowing I keep a couple a demons
They aint want me to rap an to make beats
Now I live in the trap and I'm on the streets
They aint knowing whatever level I be on
They aint knowing I keep a couple a demons
They aint want me to rap an to make beats
So now I live in the trap and I'm on the streets
Keep a yat on my side because imma eat muh f*ckers
That's a battle my life an nah I aint weep muh f*cker
Aint near half of the pipe an I'm on my feet
Come and step it me mother f*cker ya I got the heat
Every cop up in my town know I got the f*ckin shit
We too fit I run a meter on the pig and take a hit
I been lickin on the liquor gotta hit another lick
Another hit another lick gone tell me imma kid
Gone watch me as I throw another mil up in the back
I'm insane I got the real and I aint ever gotta think
Bouta silly little pilly takin Vicodin all day
With the xanny I forget I even had a f*ckin brain
Like what's a brain
And more importantly
What's a lane
What's my lane
Who's lane is this
Lost my mind last time I was a different thing
Now i got a couple rings
European trippin imma give that bitch the aisle seat
I just wanna see the sun fore we hit the owl shit
Sleepin up all day I'm only waking when the clouds hit
Wakin bake it out the oven ya we got the pounds here
I should really quit the pluggin but I love the trap dear
Love it dearly like my momma when she get to passin
Get to speakin like Obama when I hit the gas man
I believe in all the trauma that this nation casting
We been chasing nothing better cheddars everlasting
I aint mousin ever since I turned into a dragon
Only coming for the gold I turn the rest to ashes
Everybody in my old life is dead and passed bitch
I don't see em anymore I'm sleepin in my casket
Steady reefer at the door I keep a heavy basket
Anybody wanna play the victim
Bitch I'm asking
I'm asking
For real
Who wanna play the victim
Glock 4 at the window let the shit go ya bitch im f*ckin nasty
Pesto on your bimbo never reach hoe I aint ever f*ckin askin
Ya don't approach
Glock 4 at the window let the shit go ya bitch im f*ckin nasty
Pesto on your bimbo never reach hoe I aint ever f*ckin askin
Don't approach me bitch
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Really lately everywhere I'm going
Only see a demon on my shoulder
They don't wanna they see they never knew it
But i was running deep they never knew it
This whole time moms
F*ck
They aint knowing whatever level I be on
They aint knowing I keep a couple a demons
They aint want me to rap an to make beats
Now I live in the trap and I'm on the streets
They aint knowing whatever level I be on
They aint knowing I keep a couple a demons
They aint want me to rap an to make beats
So now I live in the trap and I'm on the streets
Keep a yat on my side because imma eat muh f*ckers
That's a battle my life an nah I aint weep muh f*cker
Aint near half of the pipe an I'm on my feet
Come and step it me mother f*cker ya I got the heat
Every cop up in my town know I got the f*ckin shit
We too fit I run a meter on the pig and take a hit
I been lickin on the liquor gotta hit another lick
Another hit another lick gone tell me imma kid
Gone watch me as I throw another mil up in the back
I'm insane I got the real and I aint ever gotta think
Bouta silly little pilly takin Vicodin all day
With the xanny I forget I even had a f*ckin brain
Like what's a brain
And more importantly
What's a lane
What's my lane
Who's lane is this
Lost my mind last time I was a different thing
Now i got a couple rings
European trippin imma give that bitch the aisle seat
I just wanna see the sun fore we hit the owl shit
Sleepin up all day I'm only waking when the clouds hit
Wakin bake it out the oven ya we got the pounds here
I should really quit the pluggin but I love the trap dear
Love it dearly like my momma when she get to passin
Get to speakin like Obama when I hit the gas man
I believe in all the trauma that this nation casting
We been chasing nothing better cheddars everlasting
I aint mousin ever since I turned into a dragon
Only coming for the gold I turn the rest to ashes
Everybody in my old life is dead and passed bitch
I don't see em anymore I'm sleepin in my casket
Steady reefer at the door I keep a heavy basket
Anybody wanna play the victim
Bitch I'm asking
I'm asking
For real
Who wanna play the victim
Glock 4 at the window let the shit go ya bitch im f*ckin nasty
Pesto on your bimbo never reach hoe I aint ever f*ckin askin
Ya don't approach
Glock 4 at the window let the shit go ya bitch im f*ckin nasty
Pesto on your bimbo never reach hoe I aint ever f*ckin askin
Don't approach me bitch
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Writer: R. ANTHONY SMITH, MARY HOLLADAY LAMAR, Tony Smith, Lincoln Parish
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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