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wifisfuneral - bloodyboyswhocriedwolf lyrics

[intro: wifisfuneral]
ooh, ooh
cris dinero on the track
ay, yeah, ay, yeah
ay

[verse 1: wifisfuneral]
listen, you can find me back in the grave, dead in the maze
hold my bullets, when i shoot ‘em, russian roulette, ooh, with that range
if i up, then i’mma dump, like what the f-ck, don’t get stupid
i can’t hold it all, stacked in my way, act in my brain
switching, ripping, b-tch fall i back in that lane
yuh, my b-tch white, hillary duff, uh
scr-pe the bowl right from the front, uh
thick yellowbone in the c-nt, hey
k!ll me with that noose, truce, ooh
did that sh-t that i’m just used to
no conscience, i might shoot through, ay
pump stick, boy, don’t pump fake
with that stick, trick, ooh
bad b-tch try to curve me
count this guap, now she look thirsty
you see kiki tote a 30
broad day, out in early
spilling codeine out my bladder when i take a p-ss
popping addys, popping xannys, baby i been busting missions
pink molly in my casket, juuging in the mission
see i fell asleep in codeine, now i wake up in my misery
money make her c-m, that b-tch feeling like she off pure ecstasy
hundred band, [?] couldn’t jug with me
i just got back, flying overseas
ooh, the french hoes, they adoring me
twenty bands right at the door, you see
i just got back, flying overseas
ooh, the french hoes, they adoring me
twenty bands right at the door, you see

[hook: wifisfuneral]
ay, okay like
f-ck that up, like right there
ay, okay, that ‘cedes-benz
f-ck that up, like right there
ay, okay, a hundred bands
f-ck that up, like right there
ay, okay, that ‘cedes-benz
f-ck that up, like right there
ay, okay, like
f-ck that up, like right there
ay, okay, that ‘cedes-benz
f-ck that up, like right there
ay, okay, a hundred bands
f-ck that up, like right there
ay, okay, that ‘cedes-benz
f-ck that up, like right there
okay, a hundred bands
okay like

[verse 2: chxpo]
a thousand percs, 50 pints
so i whip out like 50 glocks
sound like 20 choppers
spilling down your block with that re-rock
boy, we got like half a brick, that’s a straight drop
made a hundred thousand in the trap spot (ooh)
but i made like 20 off this pot
a hundred off a lick
did it all alone, i just spent like 80 taking trips
i’m in saks fifth, spending money, like i’m rich
i’m hood rich, she a good b-tch
give her good d-ck
i’m from the trenches, i ain’t from the hood, b-tch
treat a model b-tch, centerfold b-tch, like an alley cat
feeling [?], but you can have her back
i don’t need no backup, cause this uzi got my back
20 racks in my gucci f-nny pack (my what?)
i make the pack flip just like a acrobat
b-tch, my trap house doing jumping jacks
i don’t wanna hit your bag, ain’t no thrax
lil chxpo used to shop at tj maxx
now, b-tch, i be shopping in saks
lil chxpo, how much you pay for that hat?
b-tch, i paid like two racks
lil chxpo, go and get your wave cap
n-gg-, tryna get my wave back
n-gg-s tried to ride my wave since way back
we gonna shoot, where there f-cking face at?
lil chxpo, what you doing right now?
i’m just cooling, in the juug house

- wifisfuneral lyrics

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