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Hidden in the awful sky, seeping batter bladder. Realer but blacker, come faster than niggas. I'm spooking you niggas like clock in my Glock. Nina, take Care if you seen her. Smoke with a gun, I'm on it forever. Time for me, niggas know 'bout to get murdered. Tell them niggas to bring us a stick or A kitchen, we you like jingle or two. Put that cross face then you make where you Bleed, then you falling so shallow, I'm killing you Through. Killer canal, find bitches and bitches that Fuck up my guy. I fuck her well, make You a death. I'm on the hunt for type Of brain. What, what you do? Have you been in kinda scary, scary? Bloody and bloody, get to our car, bury your Baby. Findin' trail in the dark of the night And I'm willin' to kill when you fuck up My baby. Whoopin' you hookers since I came, I Chill but that devil so evil, he cookin' up Lately. Nigga, the devil got you scary. Ass devil with the fork in his yeah. How you do the foreign? Walkin' on that chronic. Findin' out your brown skin, the fork in his Army. Nigga, nigga, the devil got you scary. Evil ass with the fork in his hand, Yeah. you do the foreign? Walkin' on that chronic. Findin' out your Brown skin, the fork in his they creepin' straight Out of the mist at the fall coast. Creepin' on my nine-state static, though, Got me trippin' so. Evil's mine, liquor's mine, tell them before go, This devil is thirsty. Always up your drift, Got me scared, seein' the fuckin' hearse. I make veil, let me dwell in this dark Forest. If I take your energy, niggas, my dead In your life, no matter what the choice. The way the gang sprayin' blood, he got to Own your kids and wife. Killers, they back at the devil, they speak of The dead, watchin' your life revolve. Lock me out the doors, with the intention to Kill, you fly the hoax. Demons singin' the songs, dressed in black with the Long, robes. Run back to the hills before you Die to see my fuckin' face. By then, it's too late, you'll be gone dead As a nigga find rest in place. Nigga, nigga, the devil got you scary. Evil ass devil with the fork in his hand, Yeah. How you do the foreign? Walkin' on that chronic. Findin' out brown skin, fork in his army. Look in my eye, better know by, Nigga know the devil's here. Nigga, nigga know the devil's here. Nigga know the devil's here
KOKA BEATS, 2 low key — On That Devil Shit
«On That Devil Shit» — KOKA BEATS, 2 low key. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:31. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
