"Jeremy Was A Demon" lyrics
Duffel Bag Hottie & Black Soprano Family Lyrics
Yeah
Niggas know niggas shit ain't end like this nigga
And this shit is over the jail for them, yeah
In business, sir said he has no friends, only correspondents, facts
I'ma keep it plain and simple, y'all niggas can't fuck with me
Madness is like gravity, all it is, is a lil' push
She gon' bring that sack to me with pride and spend them seconds
Light it and protect it
So glass like face like repair and the time before them records
Don't silence what I'm stressing
Gravy pot is on, this bottom got intercepted
And she swallow with no obsession
Look, I'm really raw
The junkies parked down the street from my many laws
I think I was Rodney Burger, I was ringin' with a 20 bar
And then he parked a lot off the edges
Took out my city mall, put out that foreign
My daughter pulled up in the kitty car
Fendi club, rap for our headman
I'm at the City Far with the semi on
Selling coke to the owner, he need a biggie, small shit
My rookie season, I ball like a veteran, also with the steppin'
X thousand kids, I play the stage with a polished necklace
Modeling merch, I'm like Tyson Beckford
Nasers runnin' plates from the chocolate bar
My jugg phone rung every 90 seconds
Ask Mike for shady records
He said, that guy is reckless
No Rico
I been had the cheat code
That's why my style perfected
I post a child for the trappers
Hang my phone for the rappers
They threw me triple-digit numbers, it took too long to catch em
My clique behind me, spent a judge dime on designer glasses
Designer classic, kill every verse one I rob at crafty
Yeah
My new bitch twenty-three, look like a centerfold
Gettin' my new piece, made my charm thick as a tenner roll
Smokin' rappers' funks over the prison phone and forever diamonds
Swappin' out Rollies, I need some bigger stones
Sopranos
Niggas know niggas shit ain't end like this nigga
And this shit is over the jail for them, yeah
In business, sir said he has no friends, only correspondents, facts
I'ma keep it plain and simple, y'all niggas can't fuck with me
Madness is like gravity, all it is, is a lil' push
She gon' bring that sack to me with pride and spend them seconds
Light it and protect it
So glass like face like repair and the time before them records
Don't silence what I'm stressing
Gravy pot is on, this bottom got intercepted
And she swallow with no obsession
Look, I'm really raw
The junkies parked down the street from my many laws
I think I was Rodney Burger, I was ringin' with a 20 bar
And then he parked a lot off the edges
Took out my city mall, put out that foreign
My daughter pulled up in the kitty car
Fendi club, rap for our headman
I'm at the City Far with the semi on
Selling coke to the owner, he need a biggie, small shit
My rookie season, I ball like a veteran, also with the steppin'
X thousand kids, I play the stage with a polished necklace
Modeling merch, I'm like Tyson Beckford
Nasers runnin' plates from the chocolate bar
My jugg phone rung every 90 seconds
Ask Mike for shady records
He said, that guy is reckless
No Rico
I been had the cheat code
That's why my style perfected
I post a child for the trappers
Hang my phone for the rappers
They threw me triple-digit numbers, it took too long to catch em
My clique behind me, spent a judge dime on designer glasses
Designer classic, kill every verse one I rob at crafty
Yeah
My new bitch twenty-three, look like a centerfold
Gettin' my new piece, made my charm thick as a tenner roll
Smokin' rappers' funks over the prison phone and forever diamonds
Swappin' out Rollies, I need some bigger stones
Sopranos
