M.O.G - Friend With The Devil Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah
I'm friend with the devil
Bring me the cash in the duffle
I'ma make it, make it, make it double
Call me russ, Mr. tripple double
Oh
Call me Chris Paul
Criss cross
From the mid range I switch it up
It's switch brand new clip
I roll the spliff
I'm smokin' on that green
Smokin' on that green
Swimmin' in that pussy
Swimmin' in that coochie
And it's wet it's watery
Smokin' cookie O.G
Buddy what you want to say to me
Go ahead, talk to me go ahead
I don't give a f*ck what
You think about me
It's me against me
Woah' woah' woah
I'm friend with the devil
Bring me the cash in the duffle
I'ma make it, make it, make it double
Call me Russ, Mr Tripple double
Oh-oh
I feel like Chris Paul criss cross
And I switch it up mid range it's swish up
And I don't Switch up
My girl is in my mind
Way too often
When I get home, bangin'
F*ckin hard on that bed rock
Let that bed rock
Let's break a leg
Let's break a bed
Let's break my head
Let's break a head
Huh, huh, huh
Give me head
Bae, give me head
Bae, give me head
I don't want to feel shit
Wanna feel your skin
Until I can't live anymore
Woah, woah, woah
I'm friend with the devil
Bring me the cash in the duffle
I'ma make it, make it, make it double
I'mma make triple double
Oh-oh
They don't comprehend
Why I overdose
Oh-oh
I'm best friend with the devil