Dzango Gunnn - demon slayerrr
Yeah okayVivienne Westwood my feet no kidding
I'm out here dancing with bulls no kicking
I put that girl in my bag
Cause her pussy stay wet she smart and got her own cash
No I don't listen to that
I heard the tape that shit was wack (Woah)
Dzango is back
He's dressed in all black
I brought three dicks to the party
There's two on my hip and there's one in my lap
And yo bitch sucked the middle so you do the math
Ooh I love the sloppy toppy
Do what I want I am so bossy
Cock is so big that's why I'm so cocky
I am so evil nobody can stop me
Give me my money asap like rocky
And send that shit digital just like Sonny
Agnes my baby but that be my mommy
She love me so much so she call me papi
I'm so lit burnt myself now I'm Zuko
I was just in the kitchen cooking up ramen noodles
Now I'm at the table eating yeah girl you know
Young fly nigga in a Benz yellin' toodles
Blood on my blade I came to slay
My wrist is perfect timing
It's much too late I'm way too great
And niggas wanna rewind me
What do you say what do you say
Ain't no nigga like me
Case no face face no case
No you can't indict me
I was in the city
Raf Simons and Bombay
She so bomb and she my bae
So I call her bomb bae
And she got the swag to match
Match her pants with my hat
Smack her ass cause its fat
No I'm not a player
I'm the demon slayer
Send him to his maker
If she ain't gone layup then you know I gotta trade her
Anything that you can do I can do it greater
I'm in hell quick
Somebody say a prayer
Blood on my blade I came to slay
My wrist is perfect timing
It's much too late I'm way too great
And niggas wanna rewind me
What do you say what do you say
Ain't no nigga like me
Case no face face no case
No you can't indict me
I was in the city
Raf Simons and Bombay
She so bomb and she my bae
So I call her bomb bae
And she got the swag to match
Match her pants with my hat
Smack her ass cause its fat
No I'm not a player
I'm the demon slayer
Shot for a shot we can bet it I'm wit it
We can get high get high like quidditch
Honestly I don't feel no pressure
And by the looks of the measure
Y'all more like scrimmage
I'm living life trying to build my image
But it won't be complete until it's all finished
So Imma just flex by stacking and counting my spinach
Blood on my blade I came to slay
My wrist is perfect timing
It's much too late I'm way too great
And niggas wanna rewind me
What do you say what do you say
Ain't no nigga like me
Case no face face no case
No you can't indict me
I was in the city
Raf Simons and Bombay
She so bomb and she my bae
So I call her bomb bae
And she got the swag to match
Match her pants with my hat
Smack her ass cause its fat
No I'm not a player
I'm the demon slayer
Written by:
Lamarko Jefferson
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