Letras Devils - Lil Boosie

Devils

Devils\nDevils\nDevils\nWe talkin' 'bout\nDevils\nWe talkin' 'bout\nDevils\nWe talkin' 'bout\nDevils, devils\nMan, it’s payback, for all da months dat I laid back\nFor all da blunts dat had me lazy and crazy\nIt’s drama time, I’m gettin' ten for a show\nAlbum ain’t even dropped, when it’s dropped I’m gettin' mo\nWish I could go down every street\nBut da fuckin' narcotics say I got death on me\nNiggas they try to rebel me\nBut it’s motivation, I’mma keep gettin' money, gon' Soulja hate me\nDa judge looked at me and said, «How you doin' Boosie?»\nHe called me by my nickname, what you think, I’m stupid?\nBitch, you wanna railroad a nigga and lose me in the system\nBut like C-Murder and Mack, I refuse to be a victim, nigga\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nLook, Look\nSee where I’m from nigga, it’s do or die\nNigga tell you he gon' kill you, you gon' shoot or die\nDem devils got dem youngsters wildin' out at twelve nah\nAnd hollin', muthafuck jail, dey goin' to hell nah\nSee I’m from Baton Rouge better known as Rattin' Rouge\nDa police know yo ass dirty 'fore you even do it\nI’m so gutta, so gangsta, so in da streets\nI’m so freaky, so nasty, so in da sheets\nMy cousin life, da grandpa, wife and then it’s mandatory\nDa judge aint nothin' but the devil, him and the jury\nI seen a nigga die in front of me, eyes rolled back\nThey threw da choppa, police set him like, hold dat\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nCan’t even ride and get high 'cause them devils out\nThey catch me on a back street, they gon' knock me off\nYeah, I’m talkin' 'bout the law, ya’ll some fuckin' devils\nUp in school you got blues, now ya 'bout wateva\nHoes tryna get money, tryna sell dat cat\nDevil get yo ass away, I won’t pay for dat\nDon’t he get ya at the wrong place at the wrong time?\nNow you gone for a very long time\nDamn, you hit the pin and you heard that fuckin' door slam\nHe was ya shoes, ya zoos, and ya wam-wam\nHe was witcha in dem times when you ain’t give a damn\nHe was the liquor in ya hand sayin', «Kill me, man»\nHe that lil' nigga cross town hatin' on ya hard\nBut he aint ready to go to war, dat’s dat fuckin' devil\nDevils, get up off me\nDevils, get up off me\nDevil\nGet up, get up\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nGet up off me\nDevils\nWe talkin' 'bout\nDevils\nWe talkin' 'bout\nDevils\nWe talkin' 'bout\nDevils\nWe talkin' 'bout\nDevils\nWe talkin' 'bout\nDevils\nDevils\nDevils\nDevils\nBe on da look out, nigga\nDey got devils out, Chea\nBelieve dat, Boosie, bad azz\nIt don’t get no realer den this, nigga\nI’m da only one drop shit like this\nWe talkin' bout devils