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Coldest Killer - Straight UP Demon Lyrics



Coldest Killer - Straight UP Demon Lyrics




No, no, no, no weapon
Check em, deadshot aim and wreck em
What'd ya, What'd ya what'd ya reckon
Will I go hell or will I go heaven
No, no, no, no gun man
Run man, Dem mana dere dere dumb man
Dem, Dem mana dere dere stupid
Man don't love any bitch i'm cupid
Nah, nah got no feelings
F*ck in the ed, straight up demon
Mana bring nightmares when your dreaming
Up in the night and I'm plotting and scheming
Got the ciroc and it's leaving me leaning
Put it in a girl real deep shes screaming
F*cking her way too hard shes bleeding
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah they call me deadshot
When I aim I got dat red dot
Aiming, Aiming at your headtop
Let dat go you caught dat headshot
Yeah they call me deadboy
Drop kick man right off his ped boy
Now he's, now hes dripping red boy
Bet dat boy dere call dem fed boy
Yeah they call me deadshot
When I aim I got dat red dot
Aiming, Aiming at your headtop
Let dat go you caught dat headshot
Yeah they call me deadboy
Drop kick man right off his ped boy
Now he's, now hes dripping red boy
Bet dat boy dere call dem fed boy

Bet dat boy dere call dem feds
Bang dat girl when she's on reds
I'm dat man that you just dread
Call me deadboy mans half dead
Call me deadboy mans half dead
And I have said I sleep in graves
She want me up in her life
But see i'm stuck up in my ways
And I won't change
Give me space get out my range
Yeah they call me deadboy
I'm a demon see me moving strange
See moving really odd, done dat job
Run from plod
Back on track, burning fat
Tell dat gally let dat clap
Let dat jiggle
Then dat gally take my pickle
Can't you see her legs are shaking
And she loves it coz it tickles
Let dat jiggle
Then dat gally take my pickle
Can't you see her legs are shaking
And she loves it coz it tickles
No, no, no, no weapon
Check em, deadshot aim and wreck em
What'd ya, What'd ya what'd ya reckon
Will I go hell or will I go heaven
No, no, no, no gun man
Run man, Dem mana dere dere dumb man
Dem, Dem mana dere dere stupid
Man don't love any bitch i'm cupid
Nah, nah got no feelings
F*ck in the ed, straight up demon
Mana bring nightmares when your dreaming
Up in the night and I'm plotting and scheming
Got the ciroc and it's leaving me leaning
Put it in a girl real deep shes screaming
F*cking her way too hard shes bleeding
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah they call me deadshot
When I aim I got dat red dot
Aiming, Aiming at your headtop
Let dat go you caught dat headshot
Yeah they call me deadboy
Drop kick man right off his ped boy
Now he's, now hes dripping red boy
Bet dat boy dere call dem fed boy
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No, no, no, no weapon
Check em, deadshot aim and wreck em
What'd ya, What'd ya what'd ya reckon
Will I go hell or will I go heaven
No, no, no, no gun man
Run man, Dem mana dere dere dumb man
Dem, Dem mana dere dere stupid
Man don't love any bitch i'm cupid
Nah, nah got no feelings
F*ck in the ed, straight up demon
Mana bring nightmares when your dreaming
Up in the night and I'm plotting and scheming
Got the ciroc and it's leaving me leaning
Put it in a girl real deep shes screaming
F*cking her way too hard shes bleeding
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah they call me deadshot
When I aim I got dat red dot
Aiming, Aiming at your headtop
Let dat go you caught dat headshot
Yeah they call me deadboy
Drop kick man right off his ped boy
Now he's, now hes dripping red boy
Bet dat boy dere call dem fed boy
Yeah they call me deadshot
When I aim I got dat red dot
Aiming, Aiming at your headtop
Let dat go you caught dat headshot
Yeah they call me deadboy
Drop kick man right off his ped boy
Now he's, now hes dripping red boy
Bet dat boy dere call dem fed boy

Bet dat boy dere call dem feds
Bang dat girl when she's on reds
I'm dat man that you just dread
Call me deadboy mans half dead
Call me deadboy mans half dead
And I have said I sleep in graves
She want me up in her life
But see i'm stuck up in my ways
And I won't change
Give me space get out my range
Yeah they call me deadboy
I'm a demon see me moving strange
See moving really odd, done dat job
Run from plod
Back on track, burning fat
Tell dat gally let dat clap
Let dat jiggle
Then dat gally take my pickle
Can't you see her legs are shaking
And she loves it coz it tickles
Let dat jiggle
Then dat gally take my pickle
Can't you see her legs are shaking
And she loves it coz it tickles
No, no, no, no weapon
Check em, deadshot aim and wreck em
What'd ya, What'd ya what'd ya reckon
Will I go hell or will I go heaven
No, no, no, no gun man
Run man, Dem mana dere dere dumb man
Dem, Dem mana dere dere stupid
Man don't love any bitch i'm cupid
Nah, nah got no feelings
F*ck in the ed, straight up demon
Mana bring nightmares when your dreaming
Up in the night and I'm plotting and scheming
Got the ciroc and it's leaving me leaning
Put it in a girl real deep shes screaming
F*cking her way too hard shes bleeding
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah they call me deadshot
When I aim I got dat red dot
Aiming, Aiming at your headtop
Let dat go you caught dat headshot
Yeah they call me deadboy
Drop kick man right off his ped boy
Now he's, now hes dripping red boy
Bet dat boy dere call dem fed boy
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Writer: Harrison Ginn
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Performed By: Coldest Killer
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Harrison Ginn
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