Demoxys - Talk (feat. Smokexys) Lyrics

Talk, talk, talk to me like I'm important
I don't be trapping or whipping a foreign
But when I'm soft I'll be whipping a four inch
And you Columbian so you is a foreign, huh

I just be having my fun in this shit
Trust in the process, believe in that shit
Don't even care that I'm not even rich
Trust in the process believe in that shit

Hakuna Matata
She eatin' frittatas
I go to her house and take off her pajamas
Then beat up her pussy like it's a piñata

She call me a Vega, we not in Nevada
I trust in the process
I drip like the faucets
And every line quotable

I ain't no prophet
I'm making my profit
I'll put you in coffin
You're up on my dick and you need to get off it

They ask well can I get a pack-pack
So I gotta take it out and take it out my backpack, uh
They always actin like rat-rats
So I gotta double down and level up my rack racks, uh

6, 6, 7, 9
Bitch don't f*cking waste my time
Now you steppin' out of line
Shut mouth twice, ditto, double dime, aye

Blood bringer, bell ringer, f*ck I'm the blood ringer
Don't give a shit and I don't give a f*ck
Cause a motherf*cker talk about me wack then Ima slap him
Or I take his proper mother then I dick her down , Nevada, love her, uh

Lemme interrupt
Sorry Demo, guess I got the verse and you didn't get the memo
Play yo bitches strings like I'm an expertise in cello
Now she in my DM's on my dick like

(Hey)

Came back home with bitches from Calabasas
Saucin' on niggas like I got molasses
And I'm in the club and I be smackin' asses
Came back to the crib and with all of my assets

On my own mission to secure the bag
Cause my f*ckin pockets will be gettin' fat
Put you on a shirt like this shits a crest
She better wear clothes bitch I cum on her chest

These f*ckin bars always f*ckin exceed
Nigga don't f*ck with me, I'll make you bleed
Make yo ass cry till you call the police
Square me up pussy ill knock out your teeth