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demon in a hearse Video (MV)




Performed By: Sylo
Language: English
Length: 1:17
Written by: sylo’s dead
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Sylo - demon in a hearse Lyrics
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She said she a demon, tell that she feinin.
She said she a demon, tell me that she feinin.
Bullets through the air they hit him in his chest.
He got turned into some merch I put him on a vest.
B-b-bullets through the air they hit him in his chest.
He got turned into some merch I put him on a vest.
18-18 in the mag, I mean who wants the rest.
Who wants the rest.
Wh-wh-who wants the rest.
Bullets through the air they hit him in the chest.
He got turned into some merch I put him on a vest (yuh).
Bullets through the air they hit him in the chest.
He got turned into some merch I put him on a vest (yuh).
(Reverse talking)
Yeah I'm spitting in reverse.
Ain't no quittin on this verse.
Yeah I'm whipping in the hearse.
While I'm cooking up a curse.
Yeah I'm riding in this bitch.
Don't mind me I'm hella rich.
Posted up in only Ricks.
No one do it like this.
No one do it like this.
No one do it like this.
No one do it like this.
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English

She said she a demon, tell that she feinin.
She said she a demon, tell me that she feinin.
Bullets through the air they hit him in his chest.
He got turned into some merch I put him on a vest.
B-b-bullets through the air they hit him in his chest.
He got turned into some merch I put him on a vest.
18-18 in the mag, I mean who wants the rest.
Who wants the rest.
Wh-wh-who wants the rest.
Bullets through the air they hit him in the chest.
He got turned into some merch I put him on a vest (yuh).
Bullets through the air they hit him in the chest.
He got turned into some merch I put him on a vest (yuh).
(Reverse talking)
Yeah I'm spitting in reverse.
Ain't no quittin on this verse.
Yeah I'm whipping in the hearse.
While I'm cooking up a curse.
Yeah I'm riding in this bitch.
Don't mind me I'm hella rich.
Posted up in only Ricks.
No one do it like this.
No one do it like this.
No one do it like this.
No one do it like this.
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Writer: sylo’s dead
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