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Ayy Yeah Yeah (LA made that beat, I had to trip on it), ayy Bitch, you know we theâ€…cleanest Gangâ€…with me, youâ€…see we lit Please don't give meâ€…a reason For that paper, I'm a demon For the paper, I'm a demon (I'ma get it one way or another, motherfucker) I ain't pullin' up or wrappin' up that backend (I don't tap in) Glocks and FN's, fuck a MAC-10 Tell Keys hit my line when that bag land (Facts) Still rich out the pack ever since back then (That's a fact) Other six, size fours, I can't see shit (Red) I don't like a shy bitch, I need a freak bitch I ain't swimming in the shallow, I'm in the deep end She your bitch, I only fuck her on the weekend, nigga Taking niggas' chains if they suspect (Suspect) If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, change the subject 22nd niggas got 'em upset (Facts) Bitch, I'm up now and I'm up next I'm the nigga in my city, ain't no secret, nigga I'm in the game, middle fingers to the bleachers, nigga (Fuck 'em) Letras de cancionesIf it ain't paper, I'm a demon Type of nigga make this mobbin' shit look easy It's Jim, nigga Bitch, you know we the cleanest Gang with me, you see we lit Please don't give me a reason For that paper, I'm a demon For the paper, I'm a demon (I'ma get it one way or another, motherfucker) Don't leave the house without your makeup kit Diss songs about your real daddy just won't stick Hey, bitch, say, bitch, I know you miss this demon dick Please comb Max hair, take off them wack outfits Now I was gon' let you live, let you mock me in the VIP But Feed the Children program called me about you, bitch They said, "You can save her life for just twenty-five cents" Soaking wet with boots on, she weigh around 86 Pounds, sit your bad ass down I heard the circus hiring, they said they need another clown I keep a chopper for the nigga, flea collar for bitches I pull a grandad on this bungalow and call the pound 2K19 Black Panther, eight thousand miles 2 Minute Drills, update Empire, quick thirty thou' For that paper, I'm a demon, watch the fuck out Open a lil' wider, I'ma skeet off in both of y'all mouth Bitch, you know we the cleanest Gang with me, you see we lit Please don't give me a reason For that paper, I'm a demon (Candlelight, I'ma light these niggas up Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga?) For the paper, I'm a demon (LO, ayy) (I'ma get it one way or another, motherfucker) I just stepped in, so it must be hot, ayy Boy, I got a Glock in this LV lunchbox She ain't tryna come and give me strip, she's a punk rock Tryna play me and get jumpshot (Stupid) For that paper, we gon' walk up in your house like I'm a spirit I get bands just to talk, you ain't even gotta hear it If I see a sucker in the crowd, then I'ma clear it If them niggas fightin', you should know I'm probably near it Tell him when to go and he gon' crash for me Raid the bitch purse and told her it was lash money I'm disabled if it ain't about the cash, honey That's my goer, I could have her climb a draft for me, ugh Sicker than your nigga like I should Name a nigga colder, I'm the best up out the hood Gotta keep the metal 'til I make it Hollywood He ain't movin' like he should, then we gon' burn him like a 'Wood Bitch, you know we the cleanest Gang with me, you see we lit Please don't give me a reason For that paper, I'm a demon For the paper, I'm a demon (I'ma get it one way or another, motherfucker) From Letras Mania