Devon Culbert - Madonna (Remix) lyrics

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Devon Culbert - Madonna (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by Noah “40” Shebib] [Verse 1: Malcolm Smalls] Ughhh, I'ma go Kane on Madonna, rock like I'm slangin Madonna Talkin puttin flame on the product, finna turn the stage to a sauna sh** I get enraged by the drama, you can play brave if you wanna f** them n***as gotta chase for them commas, I'm tryna cop a place in Bahamas, And it goes like Lately, I been readin' the bible hopin it save me, wonder how long it take before doctors figure I'm crazy Everybody the GOAT, half of them n***as lazy, which one of y'all gon' back that title besides Jay-Z The way I come to flood up the streets, think it's the Eighties, How y'all still manage to sleep, that sh** amaze me, This movement is way too deep, think I'm PARADING, revolver, I spark that heat without casings, The joint, double up like the conjoined, Posted up in the spot, I dare you come make a point, Solid down to the loins, ya fallin off got me poised, sh**tin on what you dropped, to pick it up is a choice f** modest, I gotta promise, my partnas, to the pop the hardest, I got it, ya not as polished, bet dollars I'll stop ya project Talkin sh** like we shottas, I'd war with Tony Montana, I swear the cats that b barkin the loudest, mostly vaginas Baby you can talk with my paypal, Dumb Paid, ain't nothin like ATown, Still rockin with my homies that stayed down, Broads gettin a**-shots, n***as gettin fake-now And they wonder why I'm solo like K-Now,, I don't gotta split the money both ways now They ballin on the Gram, so I gotta get in shape-now, f** beefin with a lame, only greens on my plate-now [Verse 2: Devon Culbert] This a relay with no restarts and AAP be the brigade I got freeze frame if y'all pop shots and these blades with some grenades No barricade I drop heat rocks when I'm with Chop near a beatbox I defeather your whole flock and my hard talk just been delayed Like Detox this hot like I lit a spliff of that Chronic Bit ironic, that I don't smoke no dro so I go below The tundra and the tropics when I spit, on medullas and optics with a six- Teen, switch the topic? Off my team and our targets? Nah We some prophets with some pockets and I promise that the charges will soon turn to profits Call us comets out the darkness off the garments and the topless cause we just got a conscience Myself I'm an artist that ain't heartless maybe godless but my goddess and apostles been pushing me right Into the light, homies sell white, and they just died, can I take flight? Got a dime with time wanna make a dame, true diamond, more a rock so I ain't insane No Jay, no Bey, just me and hey, if the shoe fits then I'll wear it again No depression learnt my lesson just expressing my direction and reflection while I'm on my way to heaven, Devon Confession for the reverend, I beat rapper's tendons and melons every time I do a studio session