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funeral – b line lyrics

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b line lyrics
b+tch you dumb
b+tch you make my f+cking brain melt
im cutting out your eyes
to see the pain felt

b+tch pay what you owe me
i am not the old
i am not your homie
f+ck how you control me

b+tch we in the back
counting them racks
b+tch got g+star on her ass
oh that white b+tch got some ass
oh now that b+tch smoking gas

i made that b+tch
know why that b+tch on my d+ck
this b+tch make me sick
and her mans is a b+tch

to the money make a b line
all these f+ckers feline
fn shoot him he flying
fn shoot him he crying
b+tch get your racks up
b+tch whats the matter
ima come into your crib
and k!ll you let it splatter

- funeral lyrics

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