Diablo

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[Hook]
Baby demon call me diablo
constant frontin' up my cheddar like I'm pacquiao
no capping, single clapping bitches when they lock the door
my pockets extra large, the cash goes Fee-fi-fo
 
Vision 20/20 still see no hoe
cause the mission for bitches they like to snatch up yo dough
and the guala, my water will keep my wrist so cold.
if the bread reverse your age, then I wont ever turn out old
 
oh shit
I put drip on my wrist, nah, the ocean
don't try to play me like arcades, got no tokens
whiping out Mercedes, and its going
you Swear you killing it, my bad, my condolence
 
Ohhhhh
I put drip on my wrist, nah, the ocean
way back when I used to drown in sauce, now I'm floating
caught Fever cause I'm hot, Ibuprofen
so hot I be burning through my bread, made it toasted
 
[verse]
view me pulling up, bumping my song
I start walking up, ready to stunt
right behind my ear, pre-rolled up blunt
FN my waist, and I'm ready to bust
 
I got to much class on me like I be taxing
don't be coming with a strap, or imma smack you
and my team be packing
we ain't talking Fedex man we talking bout trapping
E on squad like we royals being crooks and we slapping
 
I just do my thing
till a nigga crashes when he switch lanes
fender bender on my car drive me insane
im in yo blind spot get hit, in yo brain
get to robbin, we ain't stopping, ain't no Stockton Bruce Wayne
 
I'm the type to pull up in a new range
in a mulsanne, all blue paint
I be driving off my niggas do the same
mess with me, you mess with us, we ain't do no playing
 
I know how a bitch talk
I know how a bitch walk when they trinna act tough
I know how a bitch move
I know how a bitch groove, they crew a bitch too
 
[Hook]
Baby demon call me diablo
constant frontin' up my cheddar like I'm pacquiao
no capping, single clapping bitches when they lock the door
my pockets extra large, the cash goes Fee-fi-fo
 
Vision 20/20 still see no hoe
cause the mission for bitches they like to snatch up yo dough
and the guala, my water will keep my wrist so cold.
if the bread reverse your age, then I wont ever turn out old
 
oh shit
I put drip on my wrist, nah, the ocean
don't try to play me like arcades, got no tokens
whiping out Mercedes, and its going
you Swear you killing it, my bad, my condolence
 
Ohhhhh
I put drip on my wrist, nah, the ocean
way back when I used to drown in sauce, now I'm floating
caught Fever cause I'm hot, Ibuprofen
so hot I be burning through my bread, made it toasted

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Tixg
Member since August 28 2019

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