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letra de halloween - d2thajxint

[verse]
hawk a n-gga down, spook a n-gga like it’s halloween
we gon’ leave that n-gga brains on the floor it’s a murder scene
you know i’m the joint, lil’ b-tch, you gon’ see me on your screen
your b-tch said she wanna f-ck with something she ain’t never seen
aye, on the gang yall ain’t ready
i gave bad dreams to his team like i’m freddy
free my uncle deebo talkin’ to him on a celly
you know i’m the joint in this b-tch ain’t sh-t that you could tell me
we gon’ mask up like jason, we gon’ smoke that n-gga in the woods
you n-ggas know you can’t f-ck with me, so get that sh-t understood
playin’ with the gang, this n-gga really thought he f-ckin’ could
too married to the game, all my n-ggas really livin’ good
aye, n-ggas know i claim the title
ain’t no competition, i just smoked all the rivals
i laid that n-gga down, you better check on his vitals
no hospital gang, that n-gga died on arrival
i’m the joint up in this b-tch, it’s time to gas up on these n-ggas
n-ggas got no squabble, they be quick to pull the triggers
all my n-ggas on the road to chasin’ chili we from the land
your b-tch singin’ my songs, she watchin’ me like i’m on demand
you can have the internet beef, cause i ain’t with that
he f-ckin’ with the gang, he gon’ end up in a f-ckin’ pack
you the same n-gga i whooped on and got his chain sn-tched?
if it’s really a problem, then n-gga, come and get your sh-t back
friendly with a opp, f-ck no, we don’t condone
i catch a n-gga lackin’ on the gang, i’ma blow his dome
i’m the joint up in this b-tch, f-ck n-gga, you already know
all my n-ggas ttg in this b-tch, we trained to go
n-gga said he wanna fade with me, what the deal is then?
i know n-ggas wish death on me, no many men
if a n-gga want the smoke for free, he can get it then
n-gga pop out, leave him dead where he stand
f-ck then i dip, no time to kick it with no b-tch
speakin’ on the gang, you gon’ get left up in a ditch
skrrt off in a ghost and i call that b-tch carrie
spook that n-gga from the mirror, call me bl–dy mary
i always tell these b-tches i love em, i’m a liar
chasin’ after that bag for years, michael myers
got shooters on payroll, n-ggas murder for hire
one wrong move gon’ get you popped like a tire

- d2thajxint

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