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Lil Rae — Westside Demon
Artist: → Lil Rae
Lil Rae — Westside Demon — lyrics
{intro}
Ycoe
Shit, i mean
Y’all know what the fuck goin’ on, man it’s y
Ycoe (ycoe)
Ayy, y’all know how i’m just geeked up
Man, this some draco wit’ the woods sittin’ right beside me, to my left
Let’s do it, c’mon
{verse}
Huh, i can’t even name this shit i’m puttin’ on, i just go get it
I can’t even name this ho i’m fuckin’ on, but i still hit it (i’m talkin’ ’bout)
Huh, huh, huh (huh, damn, damn, damn)
Get in there, get in there (goddamn)
He done cuffed that scram ho, huh, brudda’nem been in there (goddamn)
All that sneak dissin’ inside yo’ songs, nigga, be direct
Luh loaded, you’s a ho and this is not no diss, i’m statin’ facts
All that cliquing up y’all niggas doing, tim, you better get back
(ayy, lil rae, man, what the hell you doin’?)
Rollin’ up rell in a pack
Whew, blew threw 20 thousand
We walk down, don’t shoot at houses
What’s up gwayy? i don’t want no beyonce, come bring me famoussally (okay)
Lil rae don’t play, ho, i’m not smilin’
Opp ho pussy, yeah, i’m poundin’ (okay, okay)
Thumbin’ through this pape’, don’t talk to me, gon’ fuck up what i’m countin’ (okay, okay)
Runnin’ round, they found him there (whew)
That boy was deceased
Tell the folks, «up my advance»
My views been increasin’
If you can’t, don’t plan on leavin’, huh
Death row, bitch, you stayin’
I fuck with yc, i’m a westside demon, huh
Steal from me, cut off yo’ hand
That boy is a rat, huh, i’m talkin’ ’bout young menace
Wanna take that shit to instagram, you puttin’ them folks in our business (shh)
You can’t leave no witness (shh), you can’t leave no trace
(man, i know you outside too, what the fuck you doin’, nigga?)
Pick up the pace
He ain’t make it back home, huh, because we smacked him
Hit the opp ho, sent her back home, huh, right after i clapped her
It’s too many hoes for lil rae, gotta fit them on my calendar
And i know my drink say «pineapple» but i’m sippin’ on dirty fanta, huh (goddamn, goddamn)
You ain’t used to like me back in school
Now you wanna fuck me, why? ’cause i got these blues
Label asked me would i do a song with buddy, i said «who?» (who the fuck these niggas?)
Be in the pussy all night, don’t break a sweat, but i said «whew» (whew)
{outro}
I’m tired as hell, haha
Ayy, listen
It’s ycoe ’til the death of me, man
I would keep goin’ on this bitch, man, but i feel sick as hell
It feel like i’m gotta throw up (i’m off these percs right now)
Shit, huh, ycoe (i’m off these percs)
(i swear i’m on 2023, we in the back) (whew)
(i feel like jordan in this bitch)
(i’m high as hell)
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