Demons in Tokyo

Lyrics

[Intro: Diamondsonmydick] (C.BOOGIE, wow) (Reptilian Club Boyz, bitch) (Hello) Yeah [Verse 1: Diamondsonmydick] Bad demon bitch straight from Tokyo (Straight from Tokyo) Cast a spell on your bitch and take her soul In the trap with my wrist, got it out the bowl Demon bitch with the stick, nigga, don't get smoked It's me and Hi-C, we got demon hoes Cast a spell on my wrist, bitch, diamonds froze I'm in love with the dough, grippin' 44 Cock back, pew, pew, pew, hole in your dome [Verse 2: Hi-C] Louis bags, private jets straight to Tokyo Godzilla, light green kush in the bowl I just hopped on the jet, all designer clothes Casting spells on your bitch, now she in my room Get touchy in my room taking off her clothes Got her riding dick, I told her take it slow (Slow) She say she got a man, but he don't gotta know (Gotta know) You can't outshine me, I got too much glow I'm in Tokyo singing to some groupies (To some groupies) Girls Gone Wild, we can make a movie (We can make a movie) Two Japanese hoes, Puffy AmiYumi (Puffy AmiYumi) They both wanna suck a nigga like a smoothie Pull up on your ho on Suzikis Demon with the scope, get to shooting In the party with a sheet like some loose leaf Selling LSD sheets but I need Gucci sheets Cast a love spell, now your bitch in my sheets Made her fall in love, this ho suck my dick Demon take a nigga soul, leave him in the streets Tokyo drop-top, surfing through the streets Vroom, vroom, foreign with exhaust I'ma spend it all, fuck what it cost (What it cost) Hi-C got all the juice, I got all the sauce Your lil' bitch on my dick, she know I'm a boss All designer outfits when we hit the mall Baby, make a wish, you know I'm a star Fire up, turned demon on the molly shard Snake bites on her neck, I'ma leave some scars Cold as ice, hit the scene with a Gucci scarf Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Snake bites on her neck, I'ma leave some scars Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Cartier'GOD] Vampire bitch wanna do me Pull out your fang, transfuse me Ho suck me up, like the way you do it You be flexing all I know and I be moving All these freaks on me, they saw the money Pointed star in the circle what she gon' get Put the trance on her from my Rollie and it don't tick She might cover me in stone, bitch can't get the dick Cartier God got the water, ho Soul on the strap and I'm throwing fours Might bite her neck and just take her soul Wrist work, casting spell I might pull up cold Me and my hoes all up in Tokyo Money bag on my back so I keep the pole No cap, spent fifty on some fucking clothes And they know I made drip and I know they know (Drip) Oh, okay Cartier Bitch I'm Bartier, bitch, I'm Cartier goin' hardy ayy Pull up on your bitch, she like, "Okay" I'ma take her soul at the fucking lake