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luchie lotus - funeral lyrics

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funeral casket closed

i’m preaching hoe

yeah x3

hook

i got n-ggas popping up like its my funeral and i stay k!lling-these-hoes

casket closed

i keep that juice up in my sermon when i’m preaching hoe

i hear them celebrating luchie
call it holly ghost x2

(1stverse)

you already know the topic of discussion

i hate it when b-tches pop up when they see you on ya hustle

swear they be acting friendly but be hating on the low

that’s why i stay with the distance but some how i’ll still get mention

it’s dripping, he call it oozie
i miss it goonie come swoop me

i’m getting all this fake love
that money won’t make em budge

that cut off gone make em weak
my come up gone have me geeked
i know gangsters that’s super creep
for that money know they gone reach

b-tches popping up out the blue
i’m like who the f-ck are you

they tryna go mall & ball
i’m like i don’t f-ck with y’all

see i only trust a few
and that’s me myself and lu

swear they only come around when they see you making moves

yeah

hook

i got n-ggas popping up like its my funeral and i stay k!lling-these-hoes

casket closed

i keep that juice up in my sermon when i’m preaching hoe

i hear them celebrating luchie
call it holly ghost x2

(2ndverse)

na if you won’t beef i got beef
b-tch n-gga yo girls my my treat

i’ll let her beat my mans and suck him up fa free

my n-ggas get good treats
they dogs n-gga straight wilding

and if a b-tch wanna flex we clowning
i’m going in like a d-ck straight pounding
if she a bad lil b-tch we hounding

don’t get it f-cked up n-ggas throw yo sets up
show these b-tches we don’t play we nut the f-ck up

buss all in her face like a gun buss
see we don’t trust you b-tches you better know us

what you bang n-gga show me put guns up
f-cked up off a molly’s you a nut chuck

dumb f-ck what you doing she’s a dumb sl-t
bad b-tches only we don’t f-ck wit the help bra

i’m styling
ya girl luchie got these young n-ggas wilding

i got a b-tch for every n-gga that’s around me
real n-ggas no a real b-tch childish ha

b-tch i’m flawless
throwing shots but they don’t pop till i call it

see we ain’t messy we just mother f-cking bosses

i’ma need yo b-tch to be cautious

hook

i got n-ggas popping up like its my funeral and i stay k!lling-these-hoes

casket closed

i keep that juice up in my sermon when i’m preaching hoe

i hear them celebrating luchie
call it holly ghost x2

- luchie lotus lyrics

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