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Demon (feat. HoodFamous Tae) Video (MV)




Performed By: Sylvy
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Hood Tae, Sir Sylvy




Sylvy - Demon (feat. HoodFamous Tae) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah
Gang, gang
Gang gang gang Bitch
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Gang gang Ooh, ooh
Gang, gang
Gang gang gang
Gang
Yeah Laughs
Yeah yeah yeah yeah Bitch
Uh Growls
Gang gang gang
I'm up in the streets
They know me nigga as a demon
She wanna have my baby have my semen
Bitch I be ballin' nigga this my season
Good dick, and I'm having her fiending
Pocket rocket hot pocket
Point the choppa at your socket
Got the heater like Wasabi
Hit it from the back, she call me Papi
She suck it up and she give me the sloppy
Yeah nigga yeah she top me
I beat up the pussy like Rocky
Gang, gang, gang
Gang gang
Choppa like a torch bitch yeah it got the flames
Clip hold twenty three no Lebron James
Aim the choppa at ya head cause niggas lame
No Clorox nigga, but I hit that stain
I'm a real big dog, bitch I'm off the chain
Hey, hey
I'm in front like a wallpaper
Charged up like Drake or a generator
Gotta get the paper
Shawty want me cause I taste sweet like a Now Or Later
She get on top like the numerator
I'm too intelligent, I am a veteran
Like I'm inside of the Matrix
Yeah, yeah ten toes down
Give me that crown
Hand it over now
What is your amount?
What is you about? Prolly broke
I don't have the time for niggas that wanna lie so I gotta put em' down
Saving up for the pow pow
Gotta get to the po powder
I got too much po power
I don't have time for po pouting
And I don't have time for pa parties
Shawty give me all the remedies like a health kit
Working on the low on some stealth shit
I'm up top on some shelf shit
I do not talk, on respect shit
Yeah yeah
She give me that neck like Jurassic
F*ck your bitch and she made out of plastic
Money stretching long, just like elastic
Money stretching long, Mr. Fantastic
She wanna f*ck me, that is fantastic
Have your body missin' right in a casket
Call me cable man cause I got static
If you want smoke, nigga you can have
Smoke a nigga down just like a Maverick
Smoking on trees and I'm counting this cabbage
Ooh, Phsswhoo
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Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah
Gang, gang
Gang gang gang Bitch
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Gang gang Ooh, ooh
Gang, gang
Gang gang gang
Gang
Yeah Laughs
Yeah yeah yeah yeah Bitch
Uh Growls
Gang gang gang
I'm up in the streets
They know me nigga as a demon
She wanna have my baby have my semen
Bitch I be ballin' nigga this my season
Good dick, and I'm having her fiending
Pocket rocket hot pocket
Point the choppa at your socket
Got the heater like Wasabi
Hit it from the back, she call me Papi
She suck it up and she give me the sloppy
Yeah nigga yeah she top me
I beat up the pussy like Rocky
Gang, gang, gang
Gang gang
Choppa like a torch bitch yeah it got the flames
Clip hold twenty three no Lebron James
Aim the choppa at ya head cause niggas lame
No Clorox nigga, but I hit that stain
I'm a real big dog, bitch I'm off the chain
Hey, hey
I'm in front like a wallpaper
Charged up like Drake or a generator
Gotta get the paper
Shawty want me cause I taste sweet like a Now Or Later
She get on top like the numerator
I'm too intelligent, I am a veteran
Like I'm inside of the Matrix
Yeah, yeah ten toes down
Give me that crown
Hand it over now
What is your amount?
What is you about? Prolly broke
I don't have the time for niggas that wanna lie so I gotta put em' down
Saving up for the pow pow
Gotta get to the po powder
I got too much po power
I don't have time for po pouting
And I don't have time for pa parties
Shawty give me all the remedies like a health kit
Working on the low on some stealth shit
I'm up top on some shelf shit
I do not talk, on respect shit
Yeah yeah
She give me that neck like Jurassic
F*ck your bitch and she made out of plastic
Money stretching long, just like elastic
Money stretching long, Mr. Fantastic
She wanna f*ck me, that is fantastic
Have your body missin' right in a casket
Call me cable man cause I got static
If you want smoke, nigga you can have
Smoke a nigga down just like a Maverick
Smoking on trees and I'm counting this cabbage
Ooh, Phsswhoo
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Writer: Hood Tae, Sir Sylvy
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