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wifisfuneral - jugg lyrics

[hook: wifisfuneral]
max done brought the stove up to the attic now he whipping
them bases blowing up my line just for a fixing
i’m popping flats off with your b-tch, she giving hickies
but i just f-ck her, then she leave because i just missed a jugg
jugg, jugg, on my line
jugg, jugg, on my line
jugg, jugg, jugg, on my line
trapping out the trap, just dropped a jugg up on my line

[bridge: fat nick]
i got these juggers on my line
i got these druggies on my line

[verse 1: wifisfuneral]
drop top pimping
got a bad b-tch who with it
the boy gotta love prescription when the pain numbing
pop a pill, i feel my name calling
need a percocet, just like the jolly ranchers
candy flipping with a acid tab
i’m feeling too trippy, like i’m jimi hendrix
looking back like, where the pain go?
og gas they have my brain frozen
call a thick hoe, we never suck or f-ck
just ask to came forward
playing with sticks like the nhl
b-tch i keep the piece
best not get make believe
woadie, who you fooling?
b-tch my n-gg- patrick is my main shooter
when he pull the stick, he aim it like a bruin
lay low with it, i’m just blazing
oh yes, i’ll get off my chest
no skeletons in my closet but boy i’ll still go flex
with appreciation, i ride with the mac, now i’m the undertaker
undertaking hoes within my compensation
load the fire, got the beam loaded
with the cannon in the trunk
my mind say survival of the fittest
b-tch, i promise this ain’t really what you want

[bridge: fat nick]
i got these juggers on my line
i got these druggies on my line

[verse 2: danny towers]
jugg house bunking
trap the gat with my kinfolk
pour me up a little muddy ton
then save the magic for the real woes
i’m a southside n-gg- yeah
all the drank but i’m 10 toes
you can pull up if you really wanna but that 30 make you do the limbo
so hit me if you popping
i don’t do no spotting
you ain’t f-cking up my profit
i make ya baby mama skip the talking
n-gg-, she came here to get me topless
i nut all on her face then alley oop her
boy, i coulda played for the rockets
that itty bitty tryna pull up on a gang
silly n-gg- monkey flopping

[interlude: danny towers]
i got these druggies on my line
trap jumping, b-tch i’m bunkin’ off the pint
you know lowkey gon’ let it scream
pull up, pull out, fully loaded magazine

[bridge: fat nick]
i got these juggers on my line
i got these druggies on my line

[verse 3: fat nick]
i popped a perc, i’m going digital
your b-tch, she like me, and i know she getting physical
drinking syrup, pouring pints, we sipping minimal
i go trap and jugg as soon as i go criminal
no cm, no dm b-tch
suck me like real quick
4gs, my wheels b-tch
shooters, gon’ pop sh-t
shooters shooting you right around
them 40. cals just hit the ground
thumbing bands with new swimming style
gon’ crack seals ’til i f-cking die

[verse 4: max p]
grah!
b-tch i’m still juggin!
backs off [?]
lost my life 12 times but n-gg-s shook me
i put that on my block, free my f-ckin’ hood please?
i do this for my gang, all this blue i’m toking
honcho after honcho, packs steady moving
this food on my plate, for my team, not you b-tch
shouts out to my cuz, block gleaming stupid
we all about that check, b-tch you sinning
i need a fat lick, or a dimmy
p-ssing all this work i’m like i’m pimping
p-ssing all this work i’m like i’m pimping

- wifisfuneral lyrics

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