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xanny manziel - funeral lyrics

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[intro]
uhh
whoo
b-tch when i die
bury me with the sprite

[chorus]
b-tch when i die
i want codeine in my funeral
that’s the molly, and addy, with lucy
got xannys picked up in the cubicle
b-tch when i die
i want syrup serving double cups in my funeral
i want dirty purp on every corner posted
all my n-ggas gon’ see it through
[x3]

[verse 1]
b-tch when i die
only the damaged survive
i’m tony romo with the 9
adding fuel to the fire
all of my n-ggas is [??]
[?]
all of my shooters gon’ spray
no brittney, i stay with the k
i go hard in the paint
b-tch i don’t [??]
now we eating from the east to la
now we up on this b-tch
my n-ggas go up on a b-tch
no f-ck it, we stomp on this b-tch
place a price on a b-tch
we flyer than moss on this b-tch
yeah we started then mosh on your pit
don’t go soft on me yet
[???]
that’s a threat to the opposite s-x

[hook]
b-tch when i die
bury me with the sprite
b-tch when i die
bury me with the white
b-tch when i die
only the damaged survive
only the damaged survive
b-tch when i die
bury a n-gga with four [??]

what’s god to a real n-gga?
what’s a real motherf-cker to a god?
what’s a god to a n-gga?
[??]
’til i hit rock bottom
[??]
n-gga i ain’t lying

[chorus]
b-tch when i die
i want codeine in my funeral
that’s the molly, and addy, with lucy
got xannys picked up in the cubicle
b-tch when i die
i want syrup serving double cups in my funeral
i want dirty purp on every corner posted
all my n-ggas gon’ see it through
[x3]

[verse 2]
[??]
b-tch i got the long range
trigger trigger happy
that’s a dead man walking
back up out the casket
got the stone cold stunna ‘fore you n-ggas acting
shout out to the plug
[?]
never catch a n-gga slipping
[???]
just a rich n-gga stunnin’ in my saint laurents
xanny got the xannys in the backpack
[???]
but these b-tches is choosin’
i do what i do in the booth
and it’s all for the movement
these b-tches is choosin’
i’m feelin’ like diddy
in my city got hundreds and fifties
these b-tches is choosin’
i do what i do in the booth
and it’s all for the movement
these b-tches is choosin’
these n-ggas is loosin’
and i blow it right through ‘em



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