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halloween - d2thajxint 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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