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Demons Came Back Video (MV)




Performed By: 1300 Hellboy
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Isaiah Edwards




1300 Hellboy - Demons Came Back Lyrics
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Hunnit band sack
Man I flexed on my teacher
Came at me wreck
But my set in ya speakers
We taking off, I ain't talking bout jets
We fly like a jet, I'm in heaven with liters
My shit is hotter than hell, give a f*ck
If niggas is mad I ain't giving a feature
You wearing ya chain, you testing ya luck
Don't talk to my bitch cause she act like a diva
Quarterback nigga I'm getting the sack
F*ck her I pass her 13 gone receive it
Try stabbing me nigga I'm watching my back
Hitting yo bitch give her dick then I leave her
F*ck on my side and I don't call her back
If I don't call back then it's all for a reason
Niggas be dying for all of they tracks
I do not track when I'm talking to demons
Niggas they dying
You talked you get clapped
Ain't no, option in that
13 is full of these bosses that's facts
Like quarterbacks hit you take off with the sack
Uh, Get her a room
She not, talking she mad
Tell that lil bitch I don't not give a f*ck
I give her the blues
But I walk off in black
That's that grim reaper shit
Aye, you know that I take her soul
Uh, but I do not need the bitch
Aye, Pull down yo block
Choppa gone spray
Look like Febreeze and shit
Like Collin no cap
Shorty not praying
She on her knees and shit
Uh, I give her the D and shit
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
Shorty jet ski and shit
Aye, I put her in new Chanel
Uh, I double her C's and shit
Aye, you niggas is slipping off, awe
Like it's some grease and shit
Aye, I think it was meant for me to ball
I'm hitting the 3 and shit
Aye
Hunnit band sack
Man I flexed on my teacher
Came at me wreck
But my set in ya speakers
We taking off, I ain't talking bout jets
We fly like a jet, I'm in heaven with liters
My shit is hotter than hell, give a f*ck
If niggas is mad I ain't giving a feature
You wearing ya chain, you testing ya luck
Don't talk to my bitch cause she act like a diva
Quarterback nigga I'm getting the sack
F*ck her I pass her 13 gone receive it
Try stabbing me nigga I'm watching my back
Hitting yo bitch give her dick then I leave her
F*ck on my side and I don't call her back
If I don't call back then it's all for a reason
Niggas be dying for all of they tracks
I do not track when I'm talking to demons
Uh uh
Tracking my demons
I do not track when I'm talking to demons
I do not track I get back with my
I do not track I get back with my demons
I do not track I get back with my angels
I do not track I get back with my demons
I do not track I get back with the god
I do not track when I'm back with my demons
Uh uh
I do not track when I'm back with my demons
I do not track when I'm back with my
I do not track when I'm back with my demons
I don't not track when I'm back with my
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English

Hunnit band sack
Man I flexed on my teacher
Came at me wreck
But my set in ya speakers
We taking off, I ain't talking bout jets
We fly like a jet, I'm in heaven with liters
My shit is hotter than hell, give a f*ck
If niggas is mad I ain't giving a feature
You wearing ya chain, you testing ya luck
Don't talk to my bitch cause she act like a diva
Quarterback nigga I'm getting the sack
F*ck her I pass her 13 gone receive it
Try stabbing me nigga I'm watching my back
Hitting yo bitch give her dick then I leave her
F*ck on my side and I don't call her back
If I don't call back then it's all for a reason
Niggas be dying for all of they tracks
I do not track when I'm talking to demons
Niggas they dying
You talked you get clapped
Ain't no, option in that
13 is full of these bosses that's facts
Like quarterbacks hit you take off with the sack
Uh, Get her a room
She not, talking she mad
Tell that lil bitch I don't not give a f*ck
I give her the blues
But I walk off in black
That's that grim reaper shit
Aye, you know that I take her soul
Uh, but I do not need the bitch
Aye, Pull down yo block
Choppa gone spray
Look like Febreeze and shit
Like Collin no cap
Shorty not praying
She on her knees and shit
Uh, I give her the D and shit
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
Shorty jet ski and shit
Aye, I put her in new Chanel
Uh, I double her C's and shit
Aye, you niggas is slipping off, awe
Like it's some grease and shit
Aye, I think it was meant for me to ball
I'm hitting the 3 and shit
Aye
Hunnit band sack
Man I flexed on my teacher
Came at me wreck
But my set in ya speakers
We taking off, I ain't talking bout jets
We fly like a jet, I'm in heaven with liters
My shit is hotter than hell, give a f*ck
If niggas is mad I ain't giving a feature
You wearing ya chain, you testing ya luck
Don't talk to my bitch cause she act like a diva
Quarterback nigga I'm getting the sack
F*ck her I pass her 13 gone receive it
Try stabbing me nigga I'm watching my back
Hitting yo bitch give her dick then I leave her
F*ck on my side and I don't call her back
If I don't call back then it's all for a reason
Niggas be dying for all of they tracks
I do not track when I'm talking to demons
Uh uh
Tracking my demons
I do not track when I'm talking to demons
I do not track I get back with my
I do not track I get back with my demons
I do not track I get back with my angels
I do not track I get back with my demons
I do not track I get back with the god
I do not track when I'm back with my demons
Uh uh
I do not track when I'm back with my demons
I do not track when I'm back with my
I do not track when I'm back with my demons
I don't not track when I'm back with my
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Writer: Isaiah Edwards
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