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halloween freestyle - evelyn duvall lyrics

halloween freestyle lyrics
[intro]
(tell me you love me)
(um, yuh)

[verse 1]
all these b*tches lame, they actin’ new to the game (what)
i got them icys on my wrist a b*tch gone shiver and rain
them n*ggas always on my cl*t but i know he ain’t gon change, whateva
i bought some 613 i think that sh*t gon make it betta (whoo)
don’t need a eustace, cause all these n*ggas is useless
i’m poppin’ these b*tches bodied
i’m comin’ down what you doin’, yeah
i get to wylin’, these n*ggas watchin’ a movie
they know that i get it started, they childish, they actin’ foolish
aw d*mn, i don’t give a f*ck about a b*tch that don’t glam
she be talkin’ sh*t but when you see she look ran, through
i can’t ‘magine what a couple of them bands, do
i ain’t poppin’ all my sh*t but if i am, ouu
plus i’m drippin’ like a faucet, get the bucket and the broom
kickin’ all these b*tches, i’m like f*ck it n*gga move
i’m finna moonwalk
hoppin’ in the foreign sayin’ toodles as i zoom off (yeah)

[verse 2]
now my tote bag bussin’
murakami print on that rainbow luggage
yeah i got some baggage but compared to yall its nothin’, so
if you get to cappin’ i can tell that you’s a bluffin’ hoe
i*i*i eat these b*tches up for breakfast
i ain’t got the time, but that gem around my necklace
and i be looking fine and my girl be doing hexes and sh*t
i’m the type to hit your solar plexus, ya dig
i got them groupies around me
smokin loud pack, and it holla very loudly
b*tches really think we clownin’ so
f*ck with me we goin’ out lit (whoo)
i need a round trip or two, i been the baddest (ouu)
and i’ma ball every day like this the mavericks (whoo)
been winning trophies at life, call that a pageant sis
and we know that i’m numba one cause i’m a lavish chick, yeah
in your medulla, it’s a karma sutra
mk ultra yeah the coochie do it to ya
he’s no casanova but i, been a medusa
now i got this n*gga stoned i got him lookin’ like he pucca
booyah, i got that bazooka
what’s it to ya, cause i might have to get my shootahs
these hoes is losahs, i’m on the prowl, i’m like a puma
if she tryna beef up, then we can meet in chattanooga
gimme entry to the house, access to the b*tch (hol’ up)
i’m about to kick her out, then we gettin’ lit (uhuh)
i can’t give no f*cks no more, i’m cold out the fridge
and i be on the go fosho, i be up on my sh*t, yeah
got some, i got some different plans
i been moving on up i’m acting too advanced
and i ain’t into being stuck, i’m into makin’ bands
i call these n*ggas mr. sheffield cause they need a fran, yeah
hold on, hold up, i did it again
i just bodied everybody from beginning to end
and i’m a sagittarius, so i’on mean to offend
and i’ma call it like i see it, it’s duvall for the win, b*tch
yeah, it’s always been an event
when i step up in the room, they be like she heaven sent
i’ma take over the world and tour the states for a stint
all these hoes they love to talk but they be stuck on the bench, b*tch
[outro]
(and they be stuck on the bench)
(why they always talking sh*t, but they be stuck at the bench, yah)
(a*a*always talkin’ sh*t)
(yeah, yeah)
(uh)

- evelyn duvall lyrics

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