Testo I'm On Demon Time - GameboyJones feat. Ham Sandwich
Testo della canzone I'm On Demon Time (GameboyJones feat. Ham Sandwich), tratta dall'album I'm On Demon Time
I'm on demon time, acting like a heathen, and I feel divine
She know I'm a sinner, but I treat her right
Feel like I'm a winner when between her thighs
Don't talk to me, I'm on demon time
Feel like Mister Krabs, the way I keep a dime
Shawty got them cakes, so you could keep the fries (yeah)
Her people know that she's with me tonight
But they don't know that I'm on demon time
Got a big bitch on my dick tip
Treats me like a king, so you know that I could hit, sis
The way she moves it up and down, I can't last another round
She must have them, Megan knees
How she ain't tear her meniscus (whoo)
Have her singing like she Dion
I took her from the bar, and now she's pledging my allegiance
For eons, slip my fingers in like I was Klingon
She told me beam her up any time I throw this beat on (yeah)
So be gone, you peons
Shawty call me Daddy when I snapped on that ass like I'm Leon
She's one that I can't cheat on
Because she gives full service like a kiosk (oh)
We make the bed, eh 'er-, onamonapia
So when I kill the pussy, it's okay, I'll get reborn again
Shawty is my angel, but she's acting like she's born to sin
Bend her like an accordion, now she be my subordinate
Doing whatever I say because she knows I was born to win (okay)
She wants a man on a wanted poster, doesn't wanna poser
Here for all the up and downs, she likes the rollercoaster
And I just need a little peace of mind
But my kryptonite is a girl that lets me deep inside, dammit
I'm on demon time, acting like a heathen, and I feel divine (eh)
She know I'm a sinner, but I treat her right
Feel like I'm a winner when between her thighs
Don't talk to me, I'm on demon time (yeah)
Feel like Mister Krabs, the way I keep a dime
Shawty got them cakes, so you could keep the fries
Her people know that she's with me tonight (ay, ay, ay)
But they don't know that I'm on demon time
Yeah, I'm on demon time
And I'm going so deep inside
That I can't even see the light
Better hope you free tonight (yeah)
Coming home with me tonight (yeah)
Sloppy toppy when she blow me 'fore I blow her back out
She gon' need to get it realigned, huh (yeah)
Need to realize (yeah), I make it rain up in that pussy
Weather warning, be advised
The pussy cry to me, and now this bitch gon' die for me
I ask her who this pussy for
She told me that it's mine to keep (yeah, yeah), my nuts got a lil' rivalry
They arguing like, which one she sucking first
Get inside, no condom on me, I might fill her up to burst
Stay inside, I might be like a dog, the way I'm stuck to her
And if you understood that, just know that I know what you are
She said I'm overly large, still gave me dome at the bar
When I get done with her body, she finna glow in the dark (yeah)
Put her on my pocket rocket, thought she was going to Mars (yeah)
Shoot for the moon, if I miss, I'm putting this hoe in the stars (ooh)
And I know that I'm going too far
Holding her down for the night 'cause she was alone at the bar
White bitch with a fat ass, but I got her throating black
A nigga sprung in Illinois, so you know that it's showing in March (yeah)
I'm on demon time, acting like a heathen, and I feel divine (yeah)
She know I'm a sinner, but I treat her right
Feel like I'm a winner when between her thighs
Don't talk to me, I'm on demon time
Feel like Mister Krabs, the way I keep a dime
Shawty got them cakes, so you could keep the fries (yeah)
Her people know that she's with me tonight
But they don't know that I'm on demon time (demon time...)
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Writer(s): Austin Jones
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