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Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us (Brrt, brrt) Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us (Gang, gang) [...] 808 Mafia I know I'm a demon, but these Diors I rock, Christian (These Christian Dior) When I shoot that heater, better run, 'cause I'm not missin' Know that bitch a cheater, give no fuck, I'm not trippin' (Mwah, mwah) Sneakin' through your hood (Skrrt), don't give no fuck 'bout sneak disses (Boop, boop-boop-boop-boop) Don't care 'bout no prison, see a opp, we risk it (See a opp, we risk it) Caught a nigga broad day (Brrt-brrt-brrt), now he missin' (Let's go) You's a sneak dissa, pussy, you's a sneak dissa Now you 'bout to end up with a Rest in Peace picture (Fool, oh really?) You be talkin', but you really sweet, nigga Piss all on your grave, you can't rest in peacе, nigga Shooters on the west, shootеrs on the east, nigga My bitch just like me, yeah, she like to creep, nigga I ain't talkin' bout cheatin', I go creep and see, nigga Shot up, now his homie screamin', "Please breathe, nigga" Tried to warn you, I ain't one to beef with you Light him up, he glowed up, yeah, we Chief Keef niggas (Let's go) Slump his ass over, he gon' need help, dawg Choppa caught his ass in traffic, now his seatbelt off I don't pay full price for bodies, I get retail, nigga (I get retail) I just rolled your dead homie, how that weed smell, nigga? Letras de canciones I know I'm a demon, but these Diors I rock, Christian (These Christian Dior) When I shoot that heater, better run, 'cause I'm not missin' Know that bitch a cheater, give no fuck, I'm not trippin' (Mwah, mwah) Sneakin' through your hood, don't give no fuck 'bout sneak disses (Boop, boop-boop-boop-boop) Don't care 'bout no prison, see a opp, we risk it (See a opp, we risk it) Caught a nigga broad day (Brrt-brrt-brrt), now he missin' (Let's go) You's a sneak dissa, pussy, you's a sneak dissa Now you 'bout to end up with a Rest in Peace picture (Oh really?) R.I.P., nigga (Pussy) Yeah, catch SlimeBall in Paradise, in the east, nigga Still in the street totin' heat, nigga Run up on me, you feet, nigga Gas him up, put him in the blunt, fire him up (Yeah) Get a young nigga, put him in the closet, have my young nigga tie him up (Hahahaha, EA-ski) Slime don't give no fuck 'bout beef, pull up on me, shit ain't sweet Say you eat, I eat (Oof) Say you creep, I creep on street Heard a lot of crickets on your street, you bitches don't want no beef (Damn) Get my tummy full, I eat you Richer than you and all your people Nigga, your negative sign, I'm plus-ed up Bitch nigga, we never equal (Straight up) 'Bout time for a gangsta feature (Yeah) Doe Boy, send them packs, I need 'em (Gangsta) This that real skreet shit, mane (Gangsta) (Oh really?) I know I'm a demon, but these Diors I rock, Christian (These Christian Dior) When I shoot that heater, better run, 'cause I'm not missin' Know that bitch a cheater, give no fuck, I'm not trippin' (Mwah, mwah) Sneakin' through your hood, don't give no fuck 'bout sneak disses (Boop, boop-boop-boop-boop) Don't care 'bout no prison, see a opp, we risk it (See a opp, we risk it) Caught a nigga broad day (Brrt-brrt-brrt), now he missin' (Let's go) You's a sneak dissa, pussy, you's a sneak dissa (Pussy ass boy) Now you 'bout to end up with a Rest in Peace picture (Oh really?) (R-I-P) Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us, gang-gang From Letras Mania