He drinks it with a straw He smokes and burn it quiet Lying through my throat My devil, my devil {x2} I have to spit the devil {x3} My devil, my devil
Traduction: Ruiz, Olivia. Spit The Devil.
me He drinks it with a straw He smokes and burn it quiet Lying through my throat My devil, my devil {x2} I have to spit the devil {x3} My devil, my devil
mark, maybe You should listen when I flip the linguistics 'Cause I'm gonna rip this mystical slick shit You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit 'Cause after I spit
lady Triple gold these four tires on the whip Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil The
- Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go- Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me- So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye- So you
in they face, and niggas acting like hoes I think it's cause we never went, when we be spitting out flows Got cash I'm sick with it, I spit it cause
niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes [echo] Can't seem to focus Hopeless With violent thoughts I wrote this Got these devils petrified
out the window screamin, "Lord come and get me" Am I sick, or am I just another victim? Unloadin my clip, I'm watchin every bullet spit when I kick em
shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles for some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
slim him up Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit
t escape My brain's curlin' great weight "This shit is sick", yeh I make the greatest hits But I give it every verse I ever spit on one dis Cats talk
at my side Here I go Here I go I'm a danger in your paradise And life is a pretty, impolite bastard I spit at you, I spit at you, I spit at you, bastard
one'll swerve first Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds That of a globe on top of nine other planets Kissed the cheek of the devil Intelligence
about two-thirds'd really set it without words Yo you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up Pick the fifth up, cock, spit, you would swear it's rainin