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wifisfuneral - juveniles lyrics

[intro: wifisfuneral]
ayy, yeah
yeah, yeah,ayy
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, yeah yeah
jahlil beats, holla at me

[bridge: wifisfuneral]
okay, now after you back it up then stop
wha-wha-wha-wha drop it like it’s hot
okay, now after you back it up then stop
wha-wha-wha-wha drop it like it’s hot

[verse 1: wifisfuneral]
i know you just can’t understand it like how she have it
i guess that -ss can turn to magic, ride it like aladdin
okay ten toes bouncin’ on that d-ck like she can manage
okay like where the freak hoes
like bounce that -ss and make them motherf-ckin’ knees show
hold up, 80 grand, 20 grand, all up in my hand
d-mn please understand
d-mn, ma’am, see i’m really ’bout these bands, how you came with all of that?
she gon’ bust it from the front and i’m gon’ catch it from the back
molly got me crazy, i’m feeling upset, percs too lazy, can’t focus
if she don’t pay her bills today, she’s upset
i’m gon’ pay her rent today, you know this
okay i whip it out the lot same time i whip it out the pot
i threw up fifty bands i saw it fallin’ from the sky
my ring is on a hunnid, vvss on the watch
okay these n-gg-s steady hatin’ yeah they hard to rock

[chorus: wifisfuneral]
girl you workin’ with some -ss, yeah, you bad, yeah
make a n-gg- spend his cash, yeah, his last check
hoes ridin’ like they mad, yeah, like f-ck yeah
i’m a big time n-gg-, yeah, money flippa, yeah
okay, get it like it’s good, yeah, understood, yeah
girl you workin’ with some -ss, yeah, you bad, yeah
make a n-gg- spend his cash, yeah, his last check
hoes ridin’ like they mad, yeah, like f-ck yeah

[verse 2: ybn nahmir]
ak-47, get sent to heaven
i can’t f-ck with no opp hoes, i learned my lesson
let a n-gg- try to rob me and i’ma bless him
.30 clip up in that ruger, n-gg- keep a weapon
lil baby say she wanna f-ck with me
she wanna f-ck wit’ a lil n-gg- from them streets
and i’m a hot n-gg- leave a n-gg- in them streets
that lil tech hot, knock a n-gg- off his feet
i was like sixteen, totin’ sixteen, just a young fly n-gg- with a big dream
these b-tches they be on me say macaroni, aye
switch like michael jordan, shoot shots like kobe
b-tches started hatin’ since i’m gettin’ the bag
still keep a uzi on my lap and true’s on my -ss
all these b-tches they be freaks and they be shakin’ that -ss
had to run my money up and show her that i’m the man

- wifisfuneral lyrics

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