Demon Eyes π
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- sample drill
- drill
- new york drill
- drill and bass
- male vocalist
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New York Style Drill Lyrics By Jace23
Lyrics
Verse 1]
I'ma demon, just look in my eyes
Just like them birds, bullets gonna fly
How you a gangsta and you testify?
Try to run up and you will die
Bad lil' shorty got aim like a cop
But she for the block, she know how we rock
Talk crazy to me, then I'm taking your top
I just want money, a bag full of knots
I got hands, I'll give you a knot
Won't stop shooting until the gun stop
Or until I see the cops
We at the top, you mad 'cause you not
Chorus
Demons in the night, we ridin' with the fire (fire)
Bullets singin' high, takin' what we desire (desire)
No snitchin' in the game, we stackin' up the knots (knots)
Run up if you brave, but you gon' get got (got)
Eyes like a hawk, we own the block (block)
Talk that talk, but we make it pop (pop)
From the bottom to the top, we never stop (stop)
Demons rise, watch the bodies drop (drop)
Verse 2
Creepin' through the shadows, mask on my face
Hustle every day, no time for the chase
You claim you real, but you fold under pressure
I'm built for the war, you just a lesser
Shorty by my side, she loyal to the core
Ride or die vibe, we settlin' the score
Pockets full of green, knots tied tight
Enemies schemin', but they out of sight
Fists fly first, then the heat ignite
Won't hesitate, turn day into night
Cops on the corner, but we slip through the cracks
Stackin' that paper, no lookin' back
Chorus
Demons in the night, we ridin' with the fire (fire)
Bullets singin' high, takin' what we desire (desire)
No snitchin' in the game, we stackin' up the knots (knots)
Run up if you brave, but you gon' get got (got)
Eyes like a hawk, we own the block (block)
Talk that talk, but we make it pop (pop)
From the bottom to the top, we never stop (stop)
Demons rise, watch the bodies drop (drop)
Outro
We at the peak, you stuck in the mud (mud)
Demons forever, spillin' that blood (blood)
Money my motive, power my drug (drug)
Run up on us, get buried in slugs (slugs)
Eyes wide open, never trust a soul
In this game, we controllin' the toll
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