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d2thajxint - halloween lyrics

[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 lyrics

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