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The Mac-10 make him dance, the Mac-11 make him cry
And she always at my crib, I Stevie, Stevie Wonder why
And she knows bangers make a check, she loves to see those dollar signs
But I never stop moving, clock don't stop on demon time
I'm on demon mode, I'm on demon time
Breaking hearts, I make her cry
Drinking bottles of that rye
I am not a normal guy
I make hits and I'm so fly
Bitches hit my phone line
Saying boy you so fly
They tell me hoes are bad for me, but that's a damn lie
Spit like every track an intro
Live a rockstar life, this rap shit child's play for me
It takes me no time to make something you never seen before
I barely even hit my stride
I'ma make her say ooh
When I get up inside, bangers only is my motto
That's that shit I live by, I was with the boys yesterday
And had some baddies to my right, he testing Huntaps
So I told that pussy it's on sight
Bitch I come into your city and it turns to demon time
Wish I could up a fucking chop, wish I could conceal a nine
I don't sleep throughout the night, I operate on demon time
Cause the demons jump the gun, you know they're jumping through mine
The Mac-10 make him dance, the Mac-11 make him cry
And she always at my crib, I Stevie, Stevie Wonder why
And she knows bangers make a check, she loves to see those dollar signs
But I never stop moving, clock don't stop on demon time
Demon time is scheming time, and that don't mean I'm selling dimes
It means I'm coming to the doorstep just to send you back in time
The women love King Prince, I could've been on Calvin Klein
Magazine model, shorty knows it works, she knows it's mine
Such a scary sight to see this look on my face
And it's such a scary sight to watch me move at this pace
Laughing to the bank, I'll throw a band right at your man
In my hand, fall like sand, pop a xan, now we in France but I ain't land
Bitch I come into your city and it turns to demon time
Wish I could up a fucking chop, wish I could conceal a nine