Demigod Demigod living legend
Chilling with the most high this is no facade
Break hip hop down with the sham god
Get a Nigga laid down with a head nod
Cancel Christmas sip crown with the eggnog
Aint even hear a sound seen a red dot
Word to the Rap game
I just made top 5 with a headshot
100 rounds giva f*ck if he dead or not
Peep how I hit up each and every spot
R/B Hip-Hop Gangsta Rap
Shit bag Ziploc
I never been a fan of the flip-flop
F*ck around get a band do some punk rock
Steak and shrimp no PBJ up in this Lunch Box
Look baby I'm a fan of the rump out
Daughter wit me keep it covered while the sun out Damn I need to re-up before we run
Out
Niggas get beat up off word-of-mouth
Since Niggas ain't tough keep guns out
Niggas really bitch made pull ones out
Nowadays tote the K wit the drum out
I refused to f*ck yo bae shit I was bummed out
On fire Mj wit my tongue out
Repeat push play get strung out
Girl I'll never tell a soul we just hung out
K.O. First Round Tyson Punch Out
Lemme slow my ass down damn near spun out
Hoes
Got em got em need em
We don't love em tho
Foes
Don't make me turn the heat up on this oven bro
We 30 deep up in yo Section we all Cousin hoes
Yo girl begging me to f*ck her
I ain't judging tho
They
Want me to come down on my prices
I ain't budging tho
Homeboy got Mickied last night
But it was nothing tho
Dude that did it dead
We sleeping comfortable
And
I ain't never scared and
U can quote me hoe
Bitch
Act like she don't know what the throat is for
Bitch ain't giving head
F*ck we spend forty for
I need my money back money back
Life is a mind f*ck
When it comes to luck
Hey mine sucks
And When you're out of luck then times up
And I never needed luck shit I call bluff
Look
I wrote hits on paper balled up
I Done wrote hits got thrown away
I Done Been thru shit had me blown away
Made me the Demigod that I am today
Feel Reborn
Expect me any day
Everyday tote Joysticks
But I don't play
These rappers can't be serious
They just in the way
Top spot mine
Roadblock wrong way
I pull up on yo favorite rapper whereabouts
Hop on any track
God flow wear him out
I need M's in my account
F*ck a bread knot
I just made top 5 from a headshot
I pull up on yo favorite rapper whereabouts
Hop on any track
God flow wear him out
I need M's in my account
F*ck a bread knot
I just made top 5 from a headshot
Hoes
Got em got em need em
We don't love em tho
Foes
Don't make me turn the heat up on this oven bro
We 30 deep up in yo Section we all Cousin hoes
Yo girl begging me to f*ck her
I ain't judging tho
They
Want me to come down on my prices
I ain't budging tho
Homeboy got Mickied last night
But it was nothing tho
Dude that did it dead
We sleeping comfortable
And
I ain't never scared and
U can quote me hoe
Bitch
Act like she don't know what the throat is for
Bitch ain't giving head
F*ck we spend forty for
Walt B - Headshot Lyrics
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Demigod Demigod living legend
Chilling with the most high this is no facade
Break hip hop down with the sham god
Get a Nigga laid down with a head nod
Cancel Christmas sip crown with the eggnog
Aint even hear a sound seen a red dot
Word to the Rap game
I just made top 5 with a headshot
100 rounds giva f*ck if he dead or not
Peep how I hit up each and every spot
R/B Hip-Hop Gangsta Rap
Shit bag Ziploc
I never been a fan of the flip-flop
F*ck around get a band do some punk rock
Steak and shrimp no PBJ up in this Lunch Box
Look baby I'm a fan of the rump out
Daughter wit me keep it covered while the sun out Damn I need to re-up before we run
Out
Niggas get beat up off word-of-mouth
Since Niggas ain't tough keep guns out
Niggas really bitch made pull ones out
Nowadays tote the K wit the drum out
I refused to f*ck yo bae shit I was bummed out
On fire Mj wit my tongue out
Repeat push play get strung out
Girl I'll never tell a soul we just hung out
K.O. First Round Tyson Punch Out
Lemme slow my ass down damn near spun out
Hoes
Got em got em need em
We don't love em tho
Foes
Don't make me turn the heat up on this oven bro
We 30 deep up in yo Section we all Cousin hoes
Yo girl begging me to f*ck her
I ain't judging tho
They
Want me to come down on my prices
I ain't budging tho
Homeboy got Mickied last night
But it was nothing tho
Dude that did it dead
We sleeping comfortable
And
I ain't never scared and
U can quote me hoe
Bitch
Act like she don't know what the throat is for
Bitch ain't giving head
F*ck we spend forty for
I need my money back money back
Life is a mind f*ck
When it comes to luck
Hey mine sucks
And When you're out of luck then times up
And I never needed luck shit I call bluff
Look
I wrote hits on paper balled up
I Done wrote hits got thrown away
I Done Been thru shit had me blown away
Made me the Demigod that I am today
Feel Reborn
Expect me any day
Everyday tote Joysticks
But I don't play
These rappers can't be serious
They just in the way
Top spot mine
Roadblock wrong way
I pull up on yo favorite rapper whereabouts
Hop on any track
God flow wear him out
I need M's in my account
F*ck a bread knot
I just made top 5 from a headshot
I pull up on yo favorite rapper whereabouts
Hop on any track
God flow wear him out
I need M's in my account
F*ck a bread knot
I just made top 5 from a headshot
Hoes
Got em got em need em
We don't love em tho
Foes
Don't make me turn the heat up on this oven bro
We 30 deep up in yo Section we all Cousin hoes
Yo girl begging me to f*ck her
I ain't judging tho
They
Want me to come down on my prices
I ain't budging tho
Homeboy got Mickied last night
But it was nothing tho
Dude that did it dead
We sleeping comfortable
And
I ain't never scared and
U can quote me hoe
Bitch
Act like she don't know what the throat is for
Bitch ain't giving head
F*ck we spend forty for
Chilling with the most high this is no facade
Break hip hop down with the sham god
Get a Nigga laid down with a head nod
Cancel Christmas sip crown with the eggnog
Aint even hear a sound seen a red dot
Word to the Rap game
I just made top 5 with a headshot
100 rounds giva f*ck if he dead or not
Peep how I hit up each and every spot
R/B Hip-Hop Gangsta Rap
Shit bag Ziploc
I never been a fan of the flip-flop
F*ck around get a band do some punk rock
Steak and shrimp no PBJ up in this Lunch Box
Look baby I'm a fan of the rump out
Daughter wit me keep it covered while the sun out Damn I need to re-up before we run
Out
Niggas get beat up off word-of-mouth
Since Niggas ain't tough keep guns out
Niggas really bitch made pull ones out
Nowadays tote the K wit the drum out
I refused to f*ck yo bae shit I was bummed out
On fire Mj wit my tongue out
Repeat push play get strung out
Girl I'll never tell a soul we just hung out
K.O. First Round Tyson Punch Out
Lemme slow my ass down damn near spun out
Hoes
Got em got em need em
We don't love em tho
Foes
Don't make me turn the heat up on this oven bro
We 30 deep up in yo Section we all Cousin hoes
Yo girl begging me to f*ck her
I ain't judging tho
They
Want me to come down on my prices
I ain't budging tho
Homeboy got Mickied last night
But it was nothing tho
Dude that did it dead
We sleeping comfortable
And
I ain't never scared and
U can quote me hoe
Bitch
Act like she don't know what the throat is for
Bitch ain't giving head
F*ck we spend forty for
I need my money back money back
Life is a mind f*ck
When it comes to luck
Hey mine sucks
And When you're out of luck then times up
And I never needed luck shit I call bluff
Look
I wrote hits on paper balled up
I Done wrote hits got thrown away
I Done Been thru shit had me blown away
Made me the Demigod that I am today
Feel Reborn
Expect me any day
Everyday tote Joysticks
But I don't play
These rappers can't be serious
They just in the way
Top spot mine
Roadblock wrong way
I pull up on yo favorite rapper whereabouts
Hop on any track
God flow wear him out
I need M's in my account
F*ck a bread knot
I just made top 5 from a headshot
I pull up on yo favorite rapper whereabouts
Hop on any track
God flow wear him out
I need M's in my account
F*ck a bread knot
I just made top 5 from a headshot
Hoes
Got em got em need em
We don't love em tho
Foes
Don't make me turn the heat up on this oven bro
We 30 deep up in yo Section we all Cousin hoes
Yo girl begging me to f*ck her
I ain't judging tho
They
Want me to come down on my prices
I ain't budging tho
Homeboy got Mickied last night
But it was nothing tho
Dude that did it dead
We sleeping comfortable
And
I ain't never scared and
U can quote me hoe
Bitch
Act like she don't know what the throat is for
Bitch ain't giving head
F*ck we spend forty for
Writer: Walter Harris
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