Lyrics

Chorus -
1942 all in my system
I’m on demon time don’t be victim
A lot of thoots in the spot ima ah
A lot of thoots in the spot ima pick some
I like the way that she poking her tongue out
She in my crib with her buns out
I can’t go to the spot
If I can’t bring my gun out
The demons outside when the sun out
Verse 1-
Me , scrilla , bundy we came out to party
I’m off of 2 shots yeah I feeling too naughty
Shit on my haters with both of my ****
We step in this bitch we don’t care to be sorry
Okay lil mama go do your little dance
Fuck!
I’m about to throw all these bands
She shaking that ass & not using no hands
I just told the promoter She need a advice
Ah I can really switch to any flow
Before I get the pussy bbygirl I want your thoat
Got a paramedic roof when I pull up in a ghost
Feeling like wembanyama when I pull up in ah post
Sheesh
Fuck on the bed and we fuck up the
Sheesh
She call me st.rose and you know what that
Sheesh
She loving the gang and she loving the
Sheesh
She sucking me good and she sound like
Chorus -
1942 all in my system
I’m on demon time don’t be victim
A lot of thoots in the spot ima ah
A lot of thoots in the spot ima pick some
I like the way that she poking her tongue out
She in my crib with her buns out
I can’t go to the spot
If I can’t bring my gun out
The demons outside when the sun out
Verse 2-
Green light I be shooting Like melo
Swerve the corner I be feeling like gelo
Couple baddies in back and front seat
I can Walk in any club They don’t pat me
Same **** talk about me Never at me
Fan out when they see a **** don’t dab me In yellow Lamborghini no taxi
2 dimes with me and they trying get nasty
Okay baby just throw that shit back
Mess with st.rose you right on the map
Just Green Bay come with the pack
East ny yeah they know where I’m at
Sheesh
Fuck all that foreplay I don’t wanna
Tease
I got his bitch and she down on her
Knees
I just get money and keep it
Real P
Chorus-
1942 all in my system
I’m on demon time don’t be victim
A lot of thoots in the spot ima ah
A lot of thoots in the spot ima pick some
I like the way that she poking her tongue out
She in my crib with her buns out
I can’t go to the spot
If I can’t bring my gun out
The demons outside when the sun out
Written by: Corey St.Rose
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