Hustle till I'm gone and I ain't bout to stop
Pulling overnights and now I got a knot
Threw my .22 away and got a glock
30 round clip, heat the whole block
It's my time I don't even got a watch
Eyes closed I don't even got to watch
Niggas quick to say they run and call the shots
Until it's war and now they running to the cops
West side will forever be the set
I am demo jones tatted on my flesh
Loyalty I got it tatted on my chest
Self made written in a tape deck
Bitches gone be bitches I ain't bout to stress
Lock on ya phone rambling through texts
I ain't got time that I'm gone invest
If you out here f*ckin bring home a check
Years back I had them Carrets on my neck
That was light work but it might work
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
And I'll blow this motha f*cka
And I'll blow this motha f*cka
Royalty cause I'm a mother f*cking King
Champion and I ain't ever got a ring
Did my little time
They set me down in that interrogation room and I ain't say a thing
Nowadays they snitching before they get to booking
In you're circle man you better get to looking
Bet you never even thought that he was crooked
Read that packet now you loading up them bullets
Bout to kill him in yo feelings how you took it
Bet you never even thought that he would do it
You was thinking he was loyal cause he shooting
Sold you out and now you're forced to call him Judith
Niggas rap about my life like it's a movie
Showing love and getting nothing in return
Feel like usher cause I gotta let it burn
Give him what he earned leave him in a urn
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
And I'll blow this motha f*cka
And I'll blow this motha f*cka
Demo Jones - Under My Shirt Lyrics
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Hustle till I'm gone and I ain't bout to stop
Pulling overnights and now I got a knot
Threw my .22 away and got a glock
30 round clip, heat the whole block
It's my time I don't even got a watch
Eyes closed I don't even got to watch
Niggas quick to say they run and call the shots
Until it's war and now they running to the cops
West side will forever be the set
I am demo jones tatted on my flesh
Loyalty I got it tatted on my chest
Self made written in a tape deck
Bitches gone be bitches I ain't bout to stress
Lock on ya phone rambling through texts
I ain't got time that I'm gone invest
If you out here f*ckin bring home a check
Years back I had them Carrets on my neck
That was light work but it might work
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
And I'll blow this motha f*cka
And I'll blow this motha f*cka
Royalty cause I'm a mother f*cking King
Champion and I ain't ever got a ring
Did my little time
They set me down in that interrogation room and I ain't say a thing
Nowadays they snitching before they get to booking
In you're circle man you better get to looking
Bet you never even thought that he was crooked
Read that packet now you loading up them bullets
Bout to kill him in yo feelings how you took it
Bet you never even thought that he would do it
You was thinking he was loyal cause he shooting
Sold you out and now you're forced to call him Judith
Niggas rap about my life like it's a movie
Showing love and getting nothing in return
Feel like usher cause I gotta let it burn
Give him what he earned leave him in a urn
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
And I'll blow this motha f*cka
And I'll blow this motha f*cka
Pulling overnights and now I got a knot
Threw my .22 away and got a glock
30 round clip, heat the whole block
It's my time I don't even got a watch
Eyes closed I don't even got to watch
Niggas quick to say they run and call the shots
Until it's war and now they running to the cops
West side will forever be the set
I am demo jones tatted on my flesh
Loyalty I got it tatted on my chest
Self made written in a tape deck
Bitches gone be bitches I ain't bout to stress
Lock on ya phone rambling through texts
I ain't got time that I'm gone invest
If you out here f*ckin bring home a check
Years back I had them Carrets on my neck
That was light work but it might work
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
And I'll blow this motha f*cka
And I'll blow this motha f*cka
Royalty cause I'm a mother f*cking King
Champion and I ain't ever got a ring
Did my little time
They set me down in that interrogation room and I ain't say a thing
Nowadays they snitching before they get to booking
In you're circle man you better get to looking
Bet you never even thought that he was crooked
Read that packet now you loading up them bullets
Bout to kill him in yo feelings how you took it
Bet you never even thought that he would do it
You was thinking he was loyal cause he shooting
Sold you out and now you're forced to call him Judith
Niggas rap about my life like it's a movie
Showing love and getting nothing in return
Feel like usher cause I gotta let it burn
Give him what he earned leave him in a urn
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
Gamble with ya life wanna make a bet
Think about what's bulging under my shirt
And I'll blow this motha f*cka
And I'll blow this motha f*cka
Writer: Deeverlon Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid