Skeme - Devil Is A Lie (Remix) текст песни

And my babies worth money if you breathe on them
Hit a bitch, bring her along, put the team on it
Sick flows, like the construct slaves down in Finnie
Gonna work, see me rolling, down my sleeves on it
Life hunter, 323, nigga, we alright now, no friender be's
Headshots for the enemies, and my bitches love me for my swagger
And my energy. I really am the realest nigga in this bitch
Give it to you raw, uncut, no censorship
Aye, flaw game, propane, it's right here, be that X cocaine dealership
Nigga rich. Blood, nigga, mortgage at the dealership
West Side, got it right now, I'm on some killer shit
Man, you niggas been pussies since kids, now look!
You have grown up, honestly, you still a bitch
I'm on an eye for holler in this business
The Devil is a lie, that's why God is my witness
They let me in the bidder, now nigga wanna buy this bitch
Having condoes with my partner, tryna fly this bitch
Paint the pitcher for you sucker niggas, free ham, boy!
Buy green like a motherfucking G man
Smart chains 'round my neck, go for three Benz
Rap niggas can't rock with me, but the priest can
Goddamn, God flow, y'all know when the Devil nigga sicko
Diablo, God go no step, nigga
Compablo, ain't no MEY, nigga,
'Till I die, that's what I ride fo'
You niggas need Jesus in your life, either that or
Put them twelve dozen eagles in your life
Art is not a rapper neither, even when I rhyme steady
My heart sound like Evel Knievel in the light
I'm running ot of brother, I'mma get back on it, don't cut me off!
I'mma come back in when the beat come back in
Right
Mike check, 1 2, got condoms and leadgers 'till I cum through
On the phone, tryna tell me that with a girl
I got some lines, ... tell 'em I come too
Bullshitting with these hoes is what I wanna do
And bullshitting 'bout my dogs is what you won't do
Man, I swear these niggas all white,
Hammer on me Maker, fuck back like the air when me come through
Cold, nigga, write my name in bold, nigga
Givin' dick, never dollars to these hoes, nigga
4-4, nah, it's not about your nose, nigga
But you never plant, gotta get with that rose, nigga
Hey, drop cuss when I ride through
Yeah, I got flows and some bombs too
Steady on my back, stacks on shack
Your money, your mugs, see, that may not look fine to you