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letra de halloween - pgf nuk

[verse 1: pgf nuk]
catch a body, then we ride back down to nine
n-ggas hidin’, shot they crib up, now they momma cryin’
happy halloween n-gga, we make scenes, n-gga
just like freddy krueger, pop up in his dreams, n-gga
yeah, we gon’ slide together, ain’t no iron teams, n-gga
and we slidin’ back to back for that sh-t like some feanes, n-gga
f-ck with them or f-ck with us, ain’t no in between, n-gga
like mooda sail like red bulls, we gon’ give ’em wings, n-gga
pop his ass, send him up, he won’t touch the ground again
recarnation, catch him in the other world, he gon’ die again
k!ll his friends, they the ones who gon’ slide back tryna get revenge
we slide first, they slide back so we gotta slide again
don’t make me call up chase, he gon’ chase, that’s my evil twin
comin’ in first place, ain’t no race, we gon’ win again
[verse 2: pgf jman]
we just got the low, we made a move, we need that low again
i get paid for hits and just a blitz, we up the score again
pop out with two switches and the drac’, to show that we ain’t playin’
slide on the seven, get the bl!ck like n-gga what you sayin’?
it ain’t sh-t to mask up and hop up ’bout that mini van
n-gga actin’ hot so we gon’ blow him down like a fan

[verse 3: pgf mooda]
ay, ay, know we gon’ spin
they got mooda in this b-tch so you know i ain’t playin’
i’mma bail out with the chop’, jman bail out with them jams
get your hands up out yo’ pocket, ’cause ain’t sh-t up in yo’ pants
[?] we usin’ switches, i ain’t never use my hands
it ain’t sh-t to up the score, i get the low and that’s the end, ay
all my n-ggas fellas, i be with some steppas, ay
if he get up out a line, watch jman gon’ check him, ay
all you n-ggas snitches, ay, all you n-ggas b-tches, ay
sayin’ they ain’t did sh-t, boy, i handle business, uh

[verse 4: pgf nuk]
all you n-ggas snitches, uh, all you n-ggas b-tches, uh
what? okey, uh, okey
all you n-gga hoes, they know we comin’, drop the low, uh
soon as i up this b-tch, he froze, left him in a pose, uh
i drop my low, every weekend, catch me at my shows, uh
i know the low every weekend, we got us new poles, uh
n-ggas know, we don’t f-ckin’ play, we don’t play around
catch a opp, he playin’ lay, uh, we gon’ lay him down
he come around, fo’nem like security, they gon’ shake him down
heat him up, put him in the oven, fo’nem bang him now, uh
bake his ass, bake his ass like cookies, uh
them n-ggas new at k!llin’, all them n-gga 2020 rookies
2020, they try to book me, uh, they can’t catch me now
n-ggas ain’t never listened to sh-t i said, i bet they hear me now

- pgf nuk

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