Skeme - Devil Is A Lie (Remix) lyrics

rate me

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 M.E.Y., 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