Song: Halloween
Artist:  Slim Dev
Year: 2022
Viewed: 5 - Published at: 8 years ago

(Hook)
Bad bitch, fast whip, and I got a lot of green
Go broke, then I'm robbing niggas. Now I'm rocking Robin's jeans
Know they wanna see me fall. Honestly, no stopping me
With her tongue, she a demon. See her, it's like Halloween
Nine it's filled with hollow tips
Know I keep one in the head
I got me a model bitch
She a stallion. Call her Meg
No my opps ain't stopping shit
If they try, them niggas dead
I done stacked a lot of chips
And I be running up that bread

(Verse)
Running up that bread like a loaf. Ain't talking Dej
System got dogs like animals. They locked inside that cage
Shit we got like twenty plus we hope the feds don't do no raids
Took that nigga back his bitch. Her pussy juice got on my J's
Stepping with that fye. No I can't go out like a hoe or nothing
Feds they catch the gang. I bet they acting like they ain't knowing nothing
I be on the road like everyday. Catch me on the go or something
Shawty wanna fuck. She see the drip
Moncler my coat. It's nothing
V eight my whip. That's light
Get bored. Just catch a flight
Don't know who killed your partner. I was in your bitch that night
Don't get too pressed. I gave her back and only fucked her twice
Run it up then disappear like out of mind and out of sight
(Hook)
Bad bitch, fast whip, and I got a lot of green
Go broke, then I'm robbing niggas. Now I'm rocking Robin's jeans
Know they wanna see me fall. Honestly, no stopping me
With her tongue, she a demon. See her, it's like Halloween
Nine it's filled with hollow tips
Know I keep one in the head
I got me a model bitch
She a stallion. Call her Meg
No my opps ain't stopping shit
If they try, them niggas dead
I done stacked a lot of chips
And I be running up that bread

(Verse)
I done stacked up a lot of chips (I done stacked a lot of chips)
And my bro he in the trap with hella bags. He serving hella zips
Get caught up. I won't tell them shit (I won't tell 'em shit)
Now I'm having better money, but I always had a better bitch
Get that money, feel like Mitch
My dog, yeah, we like Lilo Stitch
Tryna save my niggas. They still tryna get them kilos shipped
Now it's easy, yeah, my bank account be gaining zeros quick
Shawty love to slob and gag. I swear you need to leave your bitch
I could never leave my stick. Don't trust how these niggas move
If you change up on the gang. I swear you gone. Don't get excused
Balenciaga, Gucci, Prada. Everyday in different shoes
I was down and shawty curved me. Now she think I'm rich and cute
(Hook)
Bad bitch, fast whip, and I got a lot of green
Go broke, then I'm robbing niggas. Now I'm rocking Robin's jeans
Know they wanna see me fall. Honestly, no stopping me
With her tongue, she a demon. See her, it's like Halloween
Nine it's filled with hollow tips
Know I keep one in the head
I got me a model bitch
She a stallion. Call her Meg
No my opps ain't stopping shit
If they try, them niggas dead
I done stacked a lot of chips
And I be running up that bread

( Slim Dev )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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