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swiper jay - halloween the 66 lyrics

(swiper jay)
f-ck with yo b-tch
f-ck with yo hoe
i pull up at yo block
and i come and i go
its not a show you all ready know
call the po po next thing you know
i pull up at yo door

(denzel curry)
it’s more than a lyrical war
that’s why i tow heavy metal, that’s a semi-automatic
ar rip, let a f-ck n-gga have it
make it look like he exited from a water rapids
nah this ain’t rappin’
talkin’ bout these fake -ss n-ggas that hide behind the avi graphics
girls wanna be plastic, even though they beautiful the way they are
get it through they heads, now they strippin’ on the worldstar
this ain’t hip hop, buddy, i’mma need more chicks
more clips, f-ck a big body benz, i need warships
2014, i went through the worst sh-t
a near death experience helped me thinkin’ ’bout torment
f-ck friends, they just run they courses
now these n-ggas faker than animes that they worship
smile in your face, but on the real i know it’s horse sh-t
let the dork live, but god said “let the lord spit”
i’m the king of the mischievous south
and this one goes to all the hoes that be screaming it out
black hawks flying around my city, that’s my vicinity
but i don’t give a f-ck, none of that sh-t really interest me
f-ck you, f-ck them, and a enemy
i wet a n-gga sweatshirt cause that’s a sly tendency
you can not get with me, hop off my n-u-t’s
please, b-tch i allow you to breathe
ult

(skimasktheslumgod)
you and yo’—, you and yo’—
you and yo’ b-tch kinda resemble billy and mandy
my b-tch like sandy
’cause of the cheeks
rode on my d-ck and said “it was so dandy”
yippee ki-yay
i heard freddie don’t f-ck with the feds
yellow b-tches on me like lemonhead
run up my sack like ed and edd and eddy
red and black sweater like my name is freddy
color spaghetti
eyes so messy, pea-coat khaki
never lackin’, keep that .30 in my jacket
look at the diamonds, they on hush mode
’cause i bought diamonds for they ex hoe
it be so clear and so see through
like a n-gga lookin’ through the peephole, uh
i just send them “xd rawr”
when i be texting your wh0r-
look at candy paint on car
it’s brown like the noah’s ark
hit a stain like mr. clean
and put a n-gga on game like atari
know how a n-gga rockin’ like guitar
what i’m smoking smellin’ like a fart
like hercules, strong on these b-tches, they back on knees
back in that b-tch like, “what’s happening?”
jump in that p-ssy like trampoline
made that p-ssy sound like mac and cheese
when i hit it i’m just practicing
they be like, “ski, you be snappening”
teach me the ways of the saucin’ king, hah?

(trippie redd)
uh, take a vivid picture, no photos
implement that sh-t in to your mind just so you know though
sucker free living, i’m a say that that’s the motto
so for any n-gga on that sucker sh-t, i’m no hoe, bro
might just have to drop a bomb, han solo
got me bicken back being bool, quasimodo
all about my paper, got to get my f-cking dough, hoe
always on the f-cking go go, you a b-tch like tony romo
n-ggas came around, now they extinct like dodos
meanwhile i’m in new york f-cking up soho
just bagged a new chick, caroline, nicknamed coco
took her to the telly, now little baby going loco
she just give me face, ain’t no f-cking, that’s a no no
and she going thirty early, dirty no soap though
i laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though
and i’m screaming “f-ck 12,” all these foul -ss po-po
yeah, uh, but nowadays i really miss my f-cking idols
so that’s the t-tle, i grab a bible, pray for my rivals
dead on arrival, i swear this sh-t to me like a cycle
bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble niles
they need survival, they need to rehe-rs- a recital
i just sit back and listen to old wayne songs and
get dome from a b-tch while i brainstorm
and spit flames while also making it rain, storm
you see, i can’t ignore, and you n-ggas don’t see it’s in your brain
and snore, and you sleep on me until you can’t no more and
don’t fake on me and try to play the boy
i don’t know why i feel like n0body loves me
or why they feel like my intentions something ugly
or why i feel like everyone needs something from me
or why i feel like everyone just saying “f-ck me”
or why i feel like the opposition gon’ bust me
if i gave you my heart, would you still love me?
lately, baby i feel like n0body trust me, is it just me?

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