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halloween - nappy d lyrics

[intro: nappy d]
yeah, one take!
ooooo!
i eat -ss!

[verse 1: nappy d]
king kroach, i’m no joke, top rope elbow
lynch a ——, leather rope, like that velcro
kick your nose, you’re too slow, sonic speed and go
shoot at me, you get smoked, sh-t, there’s nothing more
check the door, bad b-tches coming to explore
and they got bodies, call up their friends to come party
but who is bringing the marley? start the atari
still gotta play by the rules, me and my homies, we bool
dreams full of money, i guess that it’s destined
i know that we’ll make it, so i am not stressing
say that you’re ’bout it, we’ll see about that
how when your pockets are thin? mine are fat
look at these racks, watching the posse attack
look at these rocks, lean stashed next to the glock
homie, don’t come here to shop
you will get popped, i’m way too quick with the shot
the b-ss doing damage to cops, run up your block
we’re clashing just like autobots
oh my god, i cannot stop
this game, is now on lock
no one is better
you keep talking down, you might just meet my shredder
futile endeavor, dub god is forever
man, i’m too clever, toking nugs on nugs ’til i’m getting sick
holy f-ck, i am the sh-t
flicking these karats i wear on my wrists, b-tch!

[verse 2: ili]
k!ll a n-gg-, pull up and talking that sh-t already
man, i think i might f-ck your b-tch
i’m not understanding your gibberish
b-tch, shut the f-ck up, suck my d-ck, n-body been listening
i’m enjoying head with the heavens, the b-tches love when i get aggressive
not here for questions, put your b-tch on mute
f-cked your b-tch so good when we started dressing
i had the b-tch so nervous to bend over, that i f-cking tied her shoes
halloween, trick-or-treat
suck my meat, dirty b-tch
check my tweet, you exposed
report me, you a pig
we smoke (cough) in my blood, hate on me
you a tick, n-i-g-g-e-r, skin is black
you a n-gg-
look at my back, it got slits from yo b-tch, little b-tch
took a vid, post that sh-t
it’s a hit, now she rich
make her spray on my j’s, now her name, call her kim
halloween, halloween, halloween
b-tch!

[verse 3: chan’l, the great]
criss cross, man, that little n-gg- got sauce
hopscotch with the third leg in the drawers
f-cked her with no condom, we done emptied the drawers
tan baby looking like she from the jersey sh-r-
1-2-3-4, know you smell the reefer
p-ssy n-gg-s, swear these n-gg-s always tryna keep up
old heads, talking with that old rage
never on the same page, man, these old n-gg-s
swear they still got beepers
if my b-tch got a b-tch, i’m gonna leave her
she tweaking if she thinks that i’m gonna keep her
like, never delete her, i’ll hit you and quit you
i’ll leave you to bieber
mask off, mask off, no leatherface
better back up, what the f-ck? you’re a disgrace
still devour these n-gg-s and i don’t gotta save grace
i’m saving it and all you n-gg-s waste
i swear i’m harder than the pavement is
and f-ck all these rappers, they talking that hating sh-t
let me cook it where the bacon is
you speaking, but ain’t even saying sh-t
some of my n-gg-s gon’ step and spray and sh-t
drive me crazy, make a n-gg- slit wrists quick
that’s stick shift, started from the bottom
’bout the rags to b-tches, got her on top
now she swallowed the kid’s kids, b-tch!

- nappy d lyrics

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