Picky Demons:) Songtext
von LUCKI

Tricky, it′s tricky, tricky, tricky, tricky
Ah, ay, ay, ay, ah, ah, ah (Icey, I'm so sick of you, Bhristo, talk to ′em, slime)
This the only one in Miami (boom)
Haha, for real (for real)

I don't even feel like tellin' you where I′m at
I got angels on my back, I got demons in my bank account
Ay, we picky, she say, "How many?"
She think she a faker, she know where I′m at
This light creepin' will get you racks
Ay, livin′ that shit fasho

I'm off the list fasho, taught me somethin′ new, I tip my hat
Yeah, yep, ay, uh, she get geeked up, so she get me
I brought designer drugs, narcotics in your city
White Bentayga spaceship, it's how I feel today

Few pink 10s today, I′m monotone, she feel a way
I could spend a M today and wake up like it's just any day
I got a car seat in the Lam', I′m scared to hit the brakes
Neptune, Neptune, Neptune, mob boss killer bless you


Try to do e′rything I say, so you can't blame the drank
Ay, uh, ay
I made it back safe, went through maze for the pape′
Ten summers on that purple shit, I could stand on my fate
Long live Ends, I'm blackin′ out, I chew the Xan' and wash the eight
Yeah, I′m up, ay

Ay, shit get tricky
Ay, shit get tricky
Ay, shit get tricky

I don't even feel like tellin' you where I′m at
I got angels on my back, I got demons in my bank account
Ay, we picky, she say, "How many?"
She think she a faker, she know where I′m at
This light creepin' will get you racks
Ay, livin′ that shit fasho

Ay, shit get tricky
Ay, shit get tricky
Ay, shit get tricky

I'ma get talk turnt down
See if it passes
With both (drink both)
Turn it up, hello? (Haha)