Demon Time歌词
歌手：Lil Yachty 专辑：Lil Boat 3.5
作词 : Miles McCollum/DeShawn Jackson/Justin Daniels
作曲 : Miles McCollum/DeShawn Jackson/Justin Daniels
Told her "Don't wait for me"
Your time is up better save it please
I just ran up me a eighty piece
Ayy
She on her knees suckin' d**k like she pray to me
Doggin' that b***h 'til her face full of Maybelline
In my cup maybe it's lean we don't do no green
Left wrist on Billie Jean Billie Jean Billie Jean
Draft Day he poppin' no Sante ain't stoppin'
He need all his profits some say that he c**ky
I know that he got it he flew a b***h out from the tropics
Exotic I'm smokin' Supreme had to box it
458 'Rari take off like rockets
Wide body kit like Buffie the Body
Lil Yachty：
All-white Maybach I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty
Woo
My Mexican b***h treat me like Liberace
Yeah
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger
Hey
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's
My b*****s give love but I'm still feelin' lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a counter
No money can fill it I'm hot as a skillet
Hot
These rappers two-faced it's so bad I could peel it
And see they true colors
I cut every finger for all of my bruhs
I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter
Yeah
If it's for the guap fettucine
Might cop a new truck cream like alfredo linguini
These new nigga s weenies
The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie
She rub on my groin like there might be a genie
I can't take a bad dressin' b***h to my mama
I might take the b***h from the hood to Bahamas
Show her 'bout the world
This b***h here ain't even my girl
Yeah
Draft Day/Lil Yachty：
I passed the b***h off let the homie go handle it
Yeah
Big pointer stones 'round my neck
Light the room like a candle lit
Boom
Don't get too close
762's knock off your shoulder dismantle it
Masked up no Rip Hamilton
Yeah brrt
You nigga s squares like Carlton
I'm in Bel-Air
Yeah
Posted at Nobu inside the whip orange like Goku
Lil' boy I done told you I been hit the ho that's old news
These nigga s be cappin' no Pro Tools
Twenty-two b***h and I look like a mogul
Yeah
Got more money than your whole family tree
Yeah yeah
Double that shit and you still won't reach me
b***h
You in the nosebleeds I sit in floor seats
Right where the coach at but you can't coach me
Draft Day been on that sound like Kobe
On God
Please name a nigga who really can stop me
Lil Yachty：
Can't no one stop you you next like the runner-up
niggas stay flexin' they b***h I'ma look her up
Hook her up d**k her down got a new stick
Nine-mil bullets and thirty rounds
Ready to hunt a clown
I been that nigga since uh I can't remember
Since when Wintertime man I remember December
Wore a dress now they tryna slander my gender
My b***h was on set lookin' mighty tender
Woo
So **** what they talkin' 'bout
Tell 'em to watch they mouth
'Fore I get outta body
Yeah
And I knock 'em out
I bought twelve different whips like it's nothin' new
I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue
I drop bombs on a b***h I'm not DJ Clue
Boom
My nigga s bangin' red it's the way of life
Brrt
We buyin' guns like it's illegal on the ninth
****in' my Asian she makin' me jasmine rice
Go
I took a whole lotta slander from **** nigga s broke nigga s
**** all of that I'm the prototype
Grabbin' the wheel I don't give a ****
Skrrt
nigga want smoke I hope that it's up
Aimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck
nigga gon' knuck if you buck
Brr
I got like ten different watches I never wear
My Louis mono not no Damier
Yeah
Had the penthouse with three different concierge
Yeah
I know all of my haters cannot compare
Yeah 'pare 'pare
作曲 : Miles McCollum/DeShawn Jackson/Justin Daniels
Told her "Don't wait for me"
Your time is up better save it please
I just ran up me a eighty piece
Ayy
She on her knees suckin' d**k like she pray to me
Doggin' that b***h 'til her face full of Maybelline
In my cup maybe it's lean we don't do no green
Left wrist on Billie Jean Billie Jean Billie Jean
Draft Day he poppin' no Sante ain't stoppin'
He need all his profits some say that he c**ky
I know that he got it he flew a b***h out from the tropics
Exotic I'm smokin' Supreme had to box it
458 'Rari take off like rockets
Wide body kit like Buffie the Body
Lil Yachty：
All-white Maybach I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty
Woo
My Mexican b***h treat me like Liberace
Yeah
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger
Hey
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's
My b*****s give love but I'm still feelin' lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a counter
No money can fill it I'm hot as a skillet
Hot
These rappers two-faced it's so bad I could peel it
And see they true colors
I cut every finger for all of my bruhs
I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter
Yeah
If it's for the guap fettucine
Might cop a new truck cream like alfredo linguini
These new nigga s weenies
The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie
She rub on my groin like there might be a genie
I can't take a bad dressin' b***h to my mama
I might take the b***h from the hood to Bahamas
Show her 'bout the world
This b***h here ain't even my girl
Yeah
Draft Day/Lil Yachty：
I passed the b***h off let the homie go handle it
Yeah
Big pointer stones 'round my neck
Light the room like a candle lit
Boom
Don't get too close
762's knock off your shoulder dismantle it
Masked up no Rip Hamilton
Yeah brrt
You nigga s squares like Carlton
I'm in Bel-Air
Yeah
Posted at Nobu inside the whip orange like Goku
Lil' boy I done told you I been hit the ho that's old news
These nigga s be cappin' no Pro Tools
Twenty-two b***h and I look like a mogul
Yeah
Got more money than your whole family tree
Yeah yeah
Double that shit and you still won't reach me
b***h
You in the nosebleeds I sit in floor seats
Right where the coach at but you can't coach me
Draft Day been on that sound like Kobe
On God
Please name a nigga who really can stop me
Lil Yachty：
Can't no one stop you you next like the runner-up
niggas stay flexin' they b***h I'ma look her up
Hook her up d**k her down got a new stick
Nine-mil bullets and thirty rounds
Ready to hunt a clown
I been that nigga since uh I can't remember
Since when Wintertime man I remember December
Wore a dress now they tryna slander my gender
My b***h was on set lookin' mighty tender
Woo
So **** what they talkin' 'bout
Tell 'em to watch they mouth
'Fore I get outta body
Yeah
And I knock 'em out
I bought twelve different whips like it's nothin' new
I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue
I drop bombs on a b***h I'm not DJ Clue
Boom
My nigga s bangin' red it's the way of life
Brrt
We buyin' guns like it's illegal on the ninth
****in' my Asian she makin' me jasmine rice
Go
I took a whole lotta slander from **** nigga s broke nigga s
**** all of that I'm the prototype
Grabbin' the wheel I don't give a ****
Skrrt
nigga want smoke I hope that it's up
Aimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck
nigga gon' knuck if you buck
Brr
I got like ten different watches I never wear
My Louis mono not no Damier
Yeah
Had the penthouse with three different concierge
Yeah
I know all of my haters cannot compare
Yeah 'pare 'pare
