
DEMONS Iggy Azalea
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[Verse 1]
It-it-it-it go fly bitch, fly shit
And got these hoes on my dick
And if I could have one wish it's that I die rich
Yeah, a bitch tryna go to the grave with it
Know I keep that crack, gettin' paid with it
Real talk, while you bitches just play with it
Long hair, don't care, bad bitch, don't stare
You could leave, don't care, won't care, flow rare
So turned up, don't wanna turn down
You see that ass from the front, no turn arounds
Like "Got damn", I mean "Oh, shit"
Cold bitch and my flow sick
So sick I might cough and hack and then toss some racks
Like count alla that
Nah, now I'm about my business
And I know these hoes ain't with it
Wanna talk about paper? I got it
Broke muthafuckas might not get it
Now murder-murder kill, hundred dollar bills
Real bitch till I die, no-no-now tell me how it feel, huh?
[Chorus]
Demons, come on
You gotta vision, you're on a mission
Demons, live on
And when I die, hang me high
Demons, come on
You gotta vision, you're on a mission
Demons, live on
And when I die, ha-ha-hang me high
It-it-it-it go fly bitch, fly shit
And got these hoes on my dick
And if I could have one wish it's that I die rich
Yeah, a bitch tryna go to the grave with it
Know I keep that crack, gettin' paid with it
Real talk, while you bitches just play with it
Long hair, don't care, bad bitch, don't stare
You could leave, don't care, won't care, flow rare
So turned up, don't wanna turn down
You see that ass from the front, no turn arounds
Like "Got damn", I mean "Oh, shit"
Cold bitch and my flow sick
So sick I might cough and hack and then toss some racks
Like count alla that
Nah, now I'm about my business
And I know these hoes ain't with it
Wanna talk about paper? I got it
Broke muthafuckas might not get it
Now murder-murder kill, hundred dollar bills
Real bitch till I die, no-no-now tell me how it feel, huh?
[Chorus]
Demons, come on
You gotta vision, you're on a mission
Demons, live on
And when I die, hang me high
Demons, come on
You gotta vision, you're on a mission
Demons, live on
And when I die, ha-ha-hang me high
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