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Correct Dedicated To The Friendly Demons Lyrics
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Loktavious
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Correct Dedicated To The Friendly Demons
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[Chorus x4] We Don't play around, We Don't play around [Verse 1: Loktavious] Not long ago in a place kinda like this Johnny shot a man for fun and the police got pissed He said he wasn't going down, not without balling his fists Got his ass beat, and now in solitary he sits Renée wasn't ready but she decided to drive Her victims not as lucky, she left the wreckage alive The police looked into her eyes and said "I'm glad you survived." She punched him in the face, so he pulled the taze, then she cried "Fuck You Pig", just like so many others Not realizing she killed the best friend of her brothers Blind to the pain she had caused to two mothers Now she sits in a cell on a cot, there's no covers And little Suzy was misfit, her intentions not quite right She had the habits of a smoker and liked long walks at night As fate would have it, because of habit she found her self in fright When one night, in non delight, a man had pounced on her with might And as she screamed, as he jerked He tore her shirt, his face smirked He drew a blade, her eyes went wide The police shot the offender died Blood covered makeup and torn skirt The officer asks her 'are you hurt?' And She whimpers 'no' while drops of dirt Fall from her face, a body bent pert She whimpers 'no' while drops of dirt Fall from her face, a body bent pert [Chorus x4] We Don't play around, We Don't play around [Verse 2: Loktavious] Not far away from where you now sit James had a bad day, Rebecca was hit Juan heard the noise, said enough of this shit Drug him out outside and the curb got bit Paquita was a dancer at an upscale club She made a lot of money, wasn't looking for love One night she had a stalker he just wanted a rub But the way he approached it was a little too dumb He had a couple drinks and he flickered his tongue He whispered in her ear he was ready for fun Waiting at her car he said babe don't run The last thing he saw was the flash of her gun Giovonni was a young man who thought like old school pimp It smelled of cheap cigars every where that he went He wore a purple coat and kept tack of every dime that was spent Had a bunch bitches but was alone when he slept He pulled down an alley as some prick was getting frisky Stabbed his ass with a broken bottle J Daniels whiskey He grabbed the random woman "get in the car quickly" Away from the blood he asks "miss are you sickly?" She whimpers 'no', while drops of dirt Fall from her face, a body bent pert She whimpers 'no', while drops of dirt Fall from her face, a body bent pert [Chorus x4] We Don't play around, We Don't play around
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