Drake, Fivio Foreign, Sosa Geek – Demons

Drake, Fivio Foreign, Sosa Geek – Demons Lyrics

Artist: Drake, Fivio Foreign, Sosa Geek
Song: Demons

AXL, AXL
Like what?
Yeah, yeah
Six, six, six, six, six, six

Bow, yeah
Fivie, Sosa, viral movie
I’m in this b*tch with the Wooski
Ball in the summer like Drew League

Champagne got me loopy
Glizzy Bop lookin’ groovy
All the demons lookin’ moody (What?)
All the demons lookin’ moody

Skrrt around man in your ends, whole southside on ten
Not like them, make man lean out Benz
That’s how a man get blem, you and your friends
This Hermés from runway, this ain’t Ralph Lauren

Tell them again, love go way back when
Drunk so I type “Je t’aime” but don’t hit send
Send some bread to the pen
All my G’s are blessed, we check in for them

Whole lotta charges laid, to this day, no confessions for them
Man really feel no ways
These man waste, no progression for them
Think you’re bad, just wait, food get ate

And that’s just lessons for them
Sosa (Sosa), Fivie (Fivie), lookin’ like KD and Kyrie (I am)
My TD Bank is on what? (What?)
My TD Bank is on Kylie (Ayy, ayy)

Tribeca in the lobby, all these n*ggas gettin’ dodgy (Bow)
When we see them, it’s a body (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivie (Fivie), Sosa (Sosa), viral (Viral) movie (Movie)
I’m in this b*tch with the Wooski (I am)

Ball in the summer like Drew League
Champagne got me loopy (Bow)
Glizzy Bop lookin’ groovy (Bow)
All the demons lookin’ moody (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Move (Move), get out the way, uh (Get out the way, lil’ b*tch)
Say the wrong thing, you get shot in your face (Bow, yeah)
Fivie (Fivie), laced (Laced), put the opps in they place, uh
Yeah, if you a gangster, then you gotta relate (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

She got a face that you can not mistake
She paid for the food and we went on a date
Head game great, uh, she let me nut on her face (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Uh, every time she link, she come with an eighth (Bow)

Viral, you ain’t never make a movie with Drake (Bow)
Sponsor, I took a perc, now I turn to a monster, uh (Turn to a monster)
I’m in the call like “I’m sorry, your honor” (I’m sorry, your honor, lil’ b*tch, bow)
I kill the opp, I ain’t catchin’ no karma (Bow, yeah)

I kill the opp, I ain’t catchin’ no karma (Bow, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivie (Fivie), Sosa (Sosa), viral (Viral) movie (Movie)
I’m in this b*tch with the Wooski (I am)
Ball in the summer like Drew League

Champagne got me loopy
Glizzy Bop lookin’ groovy (Ayy, what?)
All the demons lookin’ moody (Ayy, look, ayy, ayy, ayy)
B*tch, I’m a demon in the night, and I’m a shark up underwater (I am)

I got shooters in New York and I got shooters across the border
I call Drake and tell him off ’em, ayy (Drake)
I call Drake and tell him off ’em (What?)
And that Woo walk, I probably taught him (I did)

I got the money, they say that I’m gifted
F*ck sale, so I’m givin’ out giftstamps (I am)
Highway, me and Fivio lift it (What?)
London, man I need me a thick b*tch

And a Louis bag, just so I can fit me the grip in (Yeah)
I got the swag, so tell me the difference
Mike Amiri, best believe that I fit it
She wanna f*ck, but I ain’t with it

Headshot, knock off his fitted
Punch him out, send that boy to the dentist
Talkin’ Henny, it better be Privilège, ayy
Bow, what?

It better be Privilège
Fivie, Sosa, viral movie
I’m in this b*tch with the Wooski
Ball in the summer like Drew League

Champagne got me loopy
Glizzy Bop lookin’ groovy
All the demons lookin’ moody (What?)
All the demons lookin’ moody (Ayy, ayy ayy)
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From the album:
Dark Lane Demo Tapes [Clean]
Release Year: 2020