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letra de halloween - almighty suspect

[verse]
mask on, do a hit like it’s halloween
left blood on the floor, it’s a murder scene
call me for the job ’cause i do it clean
b-tch, i get mean for the cream, this the money scene
we gon’ chop a n-gga up like jason
i’m shooting like liam and, b-tch, this is taken
b-tch, i don’t need her, i sleep with these franklins
and that’s on jesus, i keep blue faces
aye, tell larry jayy this a hit
put me in the mental house, i go dumb for the strips, on my mama
n-gga, you ain’t really with that drama
we pull up and drop big bombs like osama, who tripping?
i ain’t doing no more disses
i sock n-ggas’ grannies, y’all heard twitter mentions, b-tch
and they know i’m the sh-t
if a n-gga face trial, bind out, plead the fifth
if a pimp n-gga broke, i’ma blame it on his b-tch
and i think i’m the sh-t, you can blame it on the strips
[?] up a six but i blame it on the whip
if i shoot n-ggas down, i’m gon’ blame it on the stick, over
if it’s beef, i’m gon’ hop in
we gon’ pull up and chip, n-gga drop pens
tell that boy i ain’t stalling, i’m not playing
b-tch got my name in her phone as “the pipe man”, dummy
on the gang, now it’s over with
see these rings on my hands? b-tch, they notice it
if you look on my ‘gram, see the coldest fits
and my name hold weight like a boulder, b-tch
aye, on the gang, they ain’t ready
i gave bad dreams to his team like i’m freddy
f-ck on yo b-tch and [?] the telly
and, n-gga, you a bum, ain’t sh-t you could tell me, b-tch
can’t no n-gga touch me
i’m back from the dead in this b-tch like i’m chucky
smoke on this dope, on the gang, and it’s musty
the grimy gerber, b-tch, don’t trust me, over
man, this finna be a massacre
we don’t do chain [?] keep the [?]
if a n-gga talk something, we gon’ slap him up
keep a pole, we don’t do all that lacking stuff
aye, right hand on the bible
it’s no competition, i smoked all the rivals
bust on his homie, they check on his vitals
i laid the n-gga down, he was dead on arrival, b-tch
fall off? it ain’t likely
see these rings on my hands? b-tch, they icy
if he reach, i’ma turn into spike lee
the b-tch know my name, on the gang, it’s almighty, b-tch
i’m the hottest in the town
all these la n-ggas, they be tryna steal my sound
ho, i’m the great, b-tch, you better ask around
in yo state eating steak, i’m the king, get a crown, over
n-ggas don’t gotta like me
prolly mad ’cause i f-cked on his wifey
got his b-tch on this line and she like me
she saying i’m on fire and, “yo life, it excite me”, n-gga

- almighty suspect

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