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Neon Demon


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(Slidin')
(Slidin')

Porsche 911, emergency whip (yeah)
Her head so fire, emergency bitch
(Look at that demon)
Uh
Bust on her hair like a perm
And I bust where her perm is and shit
Keisha, them edges is newborns
I bust and then board on a bitch
(Look at that demon)
And shit (I'm sorry), and shit (lo siento)
That shit (my bad, look at that demon)
In neon, that demon, he screamin' and shit, and shit
Made a killin', yeah, heard I'm chillin', feelin'
Pocket full of dead guys, I'm makin' a killin'

(Look at that demon)
(Whole bag, bag)
(Whole bag, bag)
(Look at that demon)

(Yeah)
(Yeah)

They be like, "Get them demons off of you"
I'd be lyin' if I said I ain't want commas too
Turn me to a savage, that's what hunger do
Disrespect the reaper 'til they come for you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas get mad and fumble the whole bag
(Whole bag, bag)
She call me papi and she got a whole dad
(Whole dad)
She call me demon
'Cause I got that d, man
And she want 'bout three bands
She just get semen (look at that demon)
These hoes be aggy, bruh
These hoes be actin' up
Then go fuck on air mattresses
Shit don't be addin' up
That hustle ass-backwards as fuck

They be like, "Get them demons off of you"
I'd be lyin' if I said I ain't want commas too
Turn me to a savage, that's what hunger do
Disrespect the reaper 'til it come for you

Ma-ma-masters pick their slaves
Not a slave pick their masters
You don't know that you got played
'Til 'bout 10 years after
Aids, cancer, brain samples, eight years of propaganda
Incarcerated in the slammer
'Fore niggas even knew that crack was illegal
A tap on the needle
Reagan was servin' them whole things
'Fore niggas had boats and planes
We still took the blame for all the cocaine
Put you on game, call me a daemon
I'm weighin' my options inside of this game (game)
(Look at that demon)

They be like, "Get them demons off of you"
I'd be lyin' if I said I ain't want commas too
Turn me to a savage, that's what hunger do
Disrespect the reaper 'til it come for you

'Til it come, 'til it come
Whole bag, bag
Whole bag, bag
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whole bag, bag)
Call me a demon, a daemon, I'm Damien,
Melanin, melanin, melanin (whole bag, bag)
Call me a demon, a daemon, I'm Damien,
Melanin, melanin, melanin (whole bag, bag)
All these demons all around me, I'm not listenin'
Ten toes, yeah, I'm all about my spendin'

(Look at that demon, look at that)
(L-l-look at that whole bag, bag)
(Look at that demon whole bag, bag)
(Look at that, look at that, look at that demon)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


Writer/s: Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr