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G Saint Rose - Halloween Lyrics



G Saint Rose - Halloween Lyrics




Halloween, that's forevermore
Black phantom that Aventador
Spanish mami got a nice body
Man, I think the shawty come from Ecuador
I got racks like a tennis court
Smokin' weed like it's been a sport
Nowadays when some shit happens
Everybody always wanna to press record
New faces wanna friend me more
A lot of girls really get me bored
Dry text after my text like
Honestly, why'd you text me for
This is one for the record boards
Shooting high like a testing score
Check a nigga, swiper-swipe a nigga
Then decline a nigga like his credit score

Bad bitch gave me tip top
R.I.P. to her lip gloss
When she done with it, told her kick rocks
This a dog pound, I'm the big dawg
Rick on, Rick off, two tone Gucci flip flops
Ace got me with the zip-loc
This a backwood, not a Swisher
Came through with Gorilla Glue
Half a kilo in the living room
All this ice, I need a bigger pool
F*cked her one time, now she clingy too
Stay cutting off loose ends, went from food stamps to them bluestrips
I ain't have shit but a blueprint, I done made a million from two cents
We bussin' out of the semi, she love my auto like Demi
My niggas eatin' like Denny's, what's that on my belt, nigga, Fendi
I used to stack up my pennies, so I could eat on the daily
Now I be rackin' up benji's and all of these niggas be hating
Boy, I'm just keeping it real, Rose, you a one in a million
They said I was never gon' get it, well, bitch, now I'm up and you isn't
Now they look up like I'm someone familiar, like I'm the one running the building
Like I'm the one running the city, you know I stay on a mission
I stay on my hustle like Nipsey, f*ck with the squad and them niggas gon' kill you
Then come for you family and children
Choppas be singin' like Michael and Whitney
I got the news asking what happened, don't ask me, I give no reaction
I don't got time for distractions, no cappin'
I'm too busy thumbin' through brackets
Boy, get your bands up
Puffin, no passin', no cuffin', just smashin', my dick is like magic, she ride like Alladin
She suck with no hands like a lolly, no gaggin', like where is your manners
Like where is your mans at, she gave me no answer
Y'all niggas baby like Pampers, correct yourself, nigga, grammar
I'll shoot at your brain, now you Casper

Halloween, that's forevermore
Black phantom that Aventador
Spanish mami got a nice body
Man, I think the shawty come from Ecuador
I got racks like a tennis court
Smokin' weed like it's been a sport
Nowadays when some shit happens
Everybody always wants to press record

Halloween, that's forevermore
Black phantom that Aventador
Spanish mami got a nice body
Man, I think the shawty come from Ecuador
I got racks like a tennis court
Smokin' weed like it's been a sport
Nowadays when some shit happens
Everybody always wants to press record
New faces wanna friend me more
A lot of girls really get me bored
Dry text after my text like
Honestly, why'd you text me for
This is one for the record boards
Shooting high like a testing score
Check a nigga, swiper-swipe a nigga
Then decline a nigga like his credit score

Bad bitch gave me tip top
R.I.P. to her lipgloss
When she done with it, tell her kick rocks
This a dog pound, I'm the big dawg
Rick on, Rick off, two tone Gucci flip flops
Ace got me with the zip-loc
This a backwood, not a Swisher
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Halloween, that's forevermore
Black phantom that Aventador
Spanish mami got a nice body
Man, I think the shawty come from Ecuador
I got racks like a tennis court
Smokin' weed like it's been a sport
Nowadays when some shit happens
Everybody always wanna to press record
New faces wanna friend me more
A lot of girls really get me bored
Dry text after my text like
Honestly, why'd you text me for
This is one for the record boards
Shooting high like a testing score
Check a nigga, swiper-swipe a nigga
Then decline a nigga like his credit score

Bad bitch gave me tip top
R.I.P. to her lip gloss
When she done with it, told her kick rocks
This a dog pound, I'm the big dawg
Rick on, Rick off, two tone Gucci flip flops
Ace got me with the zip-loc
This a backwood, not a Swisher
Came through with Gorilla Glue
Half a kilo in the living room
All this ice, I need a bigger pool
F*cked her one time, now she clingy too
Stay cutting off loose ends, went from food stamps to them bluestrips
I ain't have shit but a blueprint, I done made a million from two cents
We bussin' out of the semi, she love my auto like Demi
My niggas eatin' like Denny's, what's that on my belt, nigga, Fendi
I used to stack up my pennies, so I could eat on the daily
Now I be rackin' up benji's and all of these niggas be hating
Boy, I'm just keeping it real, Rose, you a one in a million
They said I was never gon' get it, well, bitch, now I'm up and you isn't
Now they look up like I'm someone familiar, like I'm the one running the building
Like I'm the one running the city, you know I stay on a mission
I stay on my hustle like Nipsey, f*ck with the squad and them niggas gon' kill you
Then come for you family and children
Choppas be singin' like Michael and Whitney
I got the news asking what happened, don't ask me, I give no reaction
I don't got time for distractions, no cappin'
I'm too busy thumbin' through brackets
Boy, get your bands up
Puffin, no passin', no cuffin', just smashin', my dick is like magic, she ride like Alladin
She suck with no hands like a lolly, no gaggin', like where is your manners
Like where is your mans at, she gave me no answer
Y'all niggas baby like Pampers, correct yourself, nigga, grammar
I'll shoot at your brain, now you Casper

Halloween, that's forevermore
Black phantom that Aventador
Spanish mami got a nice body
Man, I think the shawty come from Ecuador
I got racks like a tennis court
Smokin' weed like it's been a sport
Nowadays when some shit happens
Everybody always wants to press record

Halloween, that's forevermore
Black phantom that Aventador
Spanish mami got a nice body
Man, I think the shawty come from Ecuador
I got racks like a tennis court
Smokin' weed like it's been a sport
Nowadays when some shit happens
Everybody always wants to press record
New faces wanna friend me more
A lot of girls really get me bored
Dry text after my text like
Honestly, why'd you text me for
This is one for the record boards
Shooting high like a testing score
Check a nigga, swiper-swipe a nigga
Then decline a nigga like his credit score

Bad bitch gave me tip top
R.I.P. to her lipgloss
When she done with it, tell her kick rocks
This a dog pound, I'm the big dawg
Rick on, Rick off, two tone Gucci flip flops
Ace got me with the zip-loc
This a backwood, not a Swisher
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Writer: Rebecca Bartulovic, George King II
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: G Saint Rose
Language: English
Length: 3:18
Written by: Rebecca Bartulovic, George King II

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