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Speed Demon Lyrics - Artist : Ghetts
[DJ Unique:]
This one's "Speed Demon" Featuring Mercs, Lights and Calibar [Ghetts:] Dom Perignon I've got Chanel on the same vibe I've got Kerry on Now they telling me they wanna buy water I tell Unique sprinkle the beats in the Evian, we Trynna go somewhere That we ain't ever gone I told Shorty it's never long Skip this in the morn, chips in a restaurant, straight To the hotel I ain't sold no jeans to no girl She don't wanna give it to me? Oh well Plenty more fish in the sea and she a old girl Me? I'm about my Paper first and foremost They all said that I was ugly So I was getting money way before hoes, G H-E double T-O In a tinted black Benz with the seat low Yeah, we've got the same whip But are you a speed demon like me? No East boy, South, filled E up I be on the West side, tryna find Maria Grinding so hard I've hardly had time to see her First come my child, then come my career I am obviously the sorta Man that's got his priorities in order Go ahead, ask me how I'm doing Everyting's crisp like a variety of Walker's Double-page spread, Evening Standard I met a journalist that never twisted my words And now it feels like the mainstream are speaking my language Even though I'm hood and they live in the 'burbs How you call yourself an artist And you can't paint a picture with words? How the fuck you gonna hate Ghetts When I ain't even getting everything I deserve? Somebody wake Mike from the dead And tell that nigga I just written a verse Play this by his grave and I've bet he returns Have a nigga moonwalking, going sick in his urn The good die young, the bad live and they learn I'm in the hood, buying guns and I wish that I weren't I'm with my nigga Lights and we eating well Knife, fork, dinner is served [Lights:] They're like "Lights, where you been? Brudda, we ain't heard you in a min" Game needs cleaning up, it's worse than it's ever been Too many shit spitters in the scene, it's a good thing Mommy always taught me "put wrappers in the bin" I admit, the work rate isn't the best thing But when you're making twenty racks in a week, you blame him? Double figures on the wrist, double figure whip Double trouble when it's me and GH, so nigga, behave Whoever told you we were victims, nigga, we ain't If it's war you wanna create, it will be arranged On point everywhere, even at the PA Never slipping, nigga that's always got the.38 It's only business class when I fly on BA The F game's how I sin when I'm getting Lizzy I don't see money from gigs, I'm a young gunner that spends Name the price, I will never delay Fuckboys still chatting on me I'm just tryna build a crib, give Mommy the key Don't they know I've got bruddas that will clap it for me? Leave couple holes in your body like the capital B, oof Live life, still manage my P I'm the man with the cards, no one's tackling me "I heard Lights washed up" 's what they're dying to see I can't be seen, stop eyeing on me Look, everything you done, I did, what you driving, I drove What you want, I own Everything you rhyme, I live, nigga, can't you hear it in my tone? No, we never took a MOBO home But my team, we still win, Young Lights living like a king Bruddas be scheming but they never do a thing Try me, on the Holy Bible You can run but you can't hide, I will put P on you, son [Calibar:] My first car was an R-reg Mégane coupe, I scooped your gyal half-dressed She was giving me brain while I was parking Dead, though, she's biting man, I call her Suarez (Get out the car) Of course you know what my team's done Beefing in clubs ain't new, it's like a re-run Rather tell a bitch phone now To book a hair appointment just to get your weave done 'Cause after this, I'm bringing you back like a refund For a gym class, sexcercise her till she knackered like spin class, big arse The bitch make the ting clap back like it's in garage Doggy style, I'm in and out her back like a SIM card Sex in your bra, true, I'm blessed with the charm Pull so many chicks, I should invest in a farm Ring Kyze from the 'Nam, there's a drought for the dark Knew I move class A, that weren't attained in my class Tryna make Diddy money, get my salary raised I made dirty money shotting all this Danity "Caine" Grinding for an Aston, it's a never-ending story How my whip so fly, they compare it to Sebastian's Swag, I'm a material winner Man ah come off the ban, watch the vehicle, nigga Combination still the camp, I'm a serial nigga Snap like crackle, guns'll pop, I'm a serial killer [Mercston:] Trenchtown Rock Me should have grown my ting out bigga like some locks Weed? It ah grow in our spots Everyting cool, everyting bad, everyting me got Seh me nuh watch no face, pussy haffi mash Me nuh wanna drink no Magnum outta glass Order Magnum inna bokkle becuh di bokkle have a message And the message send seh "we go have a blast" They call me King Ding-a-ling Or any synonym that describes how I deal with them They keep ringing, I cancel before the Mrs flinks Phone on the wall but she knows I'm off the wall though I had M before J and J before she had a daughter Her babyfather's waste so she wants me round to slaughter I come in the Mercedes Benz, she bends, I'm in the punani Boom, bap-bap-bap-bap, I beat it up like Harley Black Ken for the Barbie I'm electric, she don't need no coal for the barbie She don't like it when I'm mad, all mandem swarm me I told her ain't shit changed, just charm and I love it |
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