Demon Home Lyrics – ‎OsamaSon

Read the full Demon Home lyrics by ‎OsamaSon along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy OsamaSon’s music, you can also explore Clean Up Squad and Addicted, two other songs by OsamaSon.

[Chorus]
This-this a Gen5, pu*sy
I got fifty shots in these jeans, going up, don’t push me
I can’t even lie, I just dropped the lean and them Percs, they took me
Sixty racks, the ticket for the team, yeah, I don’t fu*k no groupies, yeah
Twenty-five bands, finna cook up, yeah, I don’t think they looking
Fu*ked my wrist up way too many times, kept giving babies whoopings
I-in that Bentley cooking, yeah, yeah, I got my foot in (Foot in)
Boy, you wish you wouldn’t (Wouldn’t)
Pull up, say, ” (??), I took it” (Took it)
I wanna see you count up, yeah
I turn my whole house red, yeah
Fourty-five bands, kept cooking (Ching)
Hundred round drum for later, yeah
Bullets leave him dead
Bullets-bullets leave him dead, yeah
In the streets, yeah, we out in the streets, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
An-and what’s up? Uh
Better not swerve, homie
Yo-you ain’t doing a thing, yeah, sit yo’ ass down
Who wear it better? Je-je-jeans cost a pound, uh, uh
I do drügs every day, i-it’s going down