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tee grizzley - the funeral lyrics

[intro]
(h+lluva made this beat, baby)

[chorus]
she asked for a purse, i’m like, “you ain’t go to the funeral?”
she said, “what you mean?” i’m like, “that sh+t dead” (r.i.p.)
she say she pullin’ up, i’m like, “bring an extinguisher”
she like, ”why?” ’cause i need some fire+ass head

[verse 1]
i don’t like no bougie b+tches, we ain’t got nothin’ in common (at all)
like my hoes ratchet, she’ll twerk in front of her mama (f+ck it up)
and her mama and her auntie gon’ twerk with her (f+ck it up)
her best friend gon’ get drunk as f+ck and flirt with her (oh sh+t)
i got some new numbers, i need rubbers, it’s gon’ be a busy week
copy+and+pasting messages to my freaks, i miss you, let’s link
say she want ruth chris, b+tch, mcdonalds up the street (right there)
all that money sh+t, i do that for the ‘gram, ho, i’m cheap (facts)

[chorus]
when she asked for a purse, i’m like, “you ain’t go to the funeral?”
she said, “what you mean?” i’m like, “that sh+t dead” (r.i.p.)
she say she pullin’ up, i’m like, “bring an extinguisher”
she like, “why?” ’cause i need some fire+ass head

[verse 2]
when i hit, i’m out of your way (gone)
catch me a nut and i gotta skate
one in the head, don’t c+ck it, okay?
i’m from the city, we c+cky, okay?
shaq with the number ’cause i had to block it, okay? (outta here)
shaq with the number ’cause i had to block it, okay? (sh+t outta here)
you know it was my b+tch if you got blocked from my page (not me)
she asked, “was it real?” i said, “yeah, real fake” (fake)
you knew what it was when i ain’t take you on no real date (you knew)
tryna beat it like i’m mike, i’m tryna beat, b+tch, like dre, hold up, wait
[chorus]
then she asked for a purse, i’m like, “you ain’t go to the funeral?”
she said, “what you mean?” i’m like, “that sh+t dead” (r.i.p.)
she say she pullin’ up, i’m like, “bring an extinguisher”
she like, “why?” ’cause i need some fire+ass head

[verse 3]
you know i ain’t left+handed, ’cause i hit these b+tches right away (facts)
she so cold that i had to hit her by the fireplace (yup)
still waiting on the dealership to send my license plate
came condom, i can’t let ’em fry me like some rice and steak
nah, i can’t f+ck her raw ’cause she gon’ text like, “we gotta talk”
if your head fire, have my driver take you to the mall
nah, you can’t get in my bed in them pants, take ’em off
i’m a gentleman, after i f+ck, here go a rag, wipe it off

[chorus]
she asked for a purse, i’m like, “you ain’t go to the funeral?”
she said, “what you mean?” i’m like, “that sh+t dead” (r.i.p.)
she say she pullin’ up, i’m like, “bring an extinguisher”
she like, “why?” ’cause i need some fire+ass

[outro]
need some fire+ass head from a b+tch one time
ain’t gotta say much, could pull a b+tch with one line
n+ggas say they gangsters, ain’t commit one crime
f+ck them n+ggas, though
need some fire+ass head from a b+tch one time
ain’t gotta say much, pull a b+tch with one line, ayy
i been on that one grind, ayy
grindin’ ’til the sun down

- tee grizzley lyrics

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