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Rickson Satiro - Demons In My Blood (ROI) Lyrics



Rickson Satiro - Demons In My Blood (ROI) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
Rickson
Uh, Imagine givin' you all with no ROI
Nothin' at all, I cannot throw in the towel
Cut off my legs, I'mma crawl
I don't do it for y'all, everything I do for the man in the sky
Smokin' that gas got me high, I cannot f*ck with you guys
Demons in my blood, God in my spirit
I walk through the valley of death, trust me, no man that I'm fearin
I'm sippin' on spirits, hopin' my vision get clearer
Look at the man in the mirror, man, it's one hell of a figure
My life full of eights, they all want dates
And all of these girls, they got figures
Their eyes full of envy, they don't want me
They just want me and my figures
I just go give them the finger, I won't even take them to dinner
They don't f*ck with lames, only winners
Bounce on their tails like they Tigger
Winnie-the-Pooh, we need a fool
We need a pool to look cool
Look in my eye, what it do
She f*ck with me cause I'm pullin' the trigger
I'm a nice guy, but I'm really a killer
Slangin' that crack, but I'm not a dealer
Cooking up beats, but no, I'm not Dilla
She used to these fakes, but I am more realer
I'm goin' gorilla, up in the jungle, I'm singin' like Tiller
I hit like tequila, this ain't no light miller
I got that chocolate vanilla, she got a cup, I might fill her
She wanna f*ck with me, cause my life an anime
With no filler, I'm a drill her
Need someone to bone and I'm feelin' like Simba
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English

Yeah, yeah
Rickson
Uh, Imagine givin' you all with no ROI
Nothin' at all, I cannot throw in the towel
Cut off my legs, I'mma crawl
I don't do it for y'all, everything I do for the man in the sky
Smokin' that gas got me high, I cannot f*ck with you guys
Demons in my blood, God in my spirit
I walk through the valley of death, trust me, no man that I'm fearin
I'm sippin' on spirits, hopin' my vision get clearer
Look at the man in the mirror, man, it's one hell of a figure
My life full of eights, they all want dates
And all of these girls, they got figures
Their eyes full of envy, they don't want me
They just want me and my figures
I just go give them the finger, I won't even take them to dinner
They don't f*ck with lames, only winners
Bounce on their tails like they Tigger
Winnie-the-Pooh, we need a fool
We need a pool to look cool
Look in my eye, what it do
She f*ck with me cause I'm pullin' the trigger
I'm a nice guy, but I'm really a killer
Slangin' that crack, but I'm not a dealer
Cooking up beats, but no, I'm not Dilla
She used to these fakes, but I am more realer
I'm goin' gorilla, up in the jungle, I'm singin' like Tiller
I hit like tequila, this ain't no light miller
I got that chocolate vanilla, she got a cup, I might fill her
She wanna f*ck with me, cause my life an anime
With no filler, I'm a drill her
Need someone to bone and I'm feelin' like Simba
Uh
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Writer: Rickson Silva
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Performed By: Rickson Satiro
Language: English
Length: 1:43
Written by: Rickson Silva
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