lirik lagu funeral – none
[chorus: funeral]
b~tch, that b~tch think i owe her some
i don’t owe these b~tches none
i’m a sick son of a b~tch, i let the temple meet my gun
before i ever give these b~tches a dollar up out my wallet
think that b~tch still got my number, pray to god that she don’t call it, uh~uh
[verse 1: funeral]
i cannot get comfortable with these b~tches
tell her keep it to herself, not a f~cking busine~e~e~e~ess
i don’t wan’ f~ck with you
finessing the huxtable
b~tch, i am untouchable, this pistol very tuckablе
i’ma f~ck the bag every night, ‘causе the bag is the only thing in my life that’s f~ckable
sorry, nah, ha
[chorus: funeral]
b~tch, that b~tch think i owe her some
i don’t owe these b~tches none
i’m a sick son of a b~tch, i let the temple meet my gun
before i ever give these b~tches a dollar up out my wallet
think that b~tch still got my number, pray to god that she don’t call it, uh~uh
(what’s up?)
(owe these b~tches none)
(sick son of a b~tch, i let the temple meet my gun)
[verse 2: midwxst]
he all talk, he not on go
play my cards like yu~gi~oh!
cracked his head like he’s an egg
for his life i heard him beg
can’t go outside, i never fold
don’t play games with me, no console
i shoot my shot like pocket soul
ain’t no d~mn way i’ll sell my soul
he got hit with that heat
n0body f~cking with me, n0body believe they compete
you telling a story of fleet
my money belong [?]
you [?] not stepping, won’t see me
you’re gonna see me on tv, that boy don’t wan’ fight, no pvp
[chorus: funeral]
b~tch, that b~tch think i owe her some
i don’t owe these b~tches none
i’m a sick son of a b~tch, i let the temple meet my gun
before i ever give these b~tches a dollar up out my wallet
think that b~tch still got my number, pray to god that she don’t call it, uh~uh
that b~tch think i owe her some
i don’t owe these b~tches none
i’m a sick son of a b~tch, i let the temple meet my gun
before i ever give these b~tches a dollar up out my wallet
think that b~tch still got my number, pray to god that she don’t call it, uh~uh
[outro]
think that b~tch still got my number, pray to god that she don’t call it, uh~uh
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu 森高千里 (chisato moritaka) – yokohama one night
- lirik lagu makai alexander – akasha freestyle (updated)
- lirik lagu 2cztery7 & samuraiz crew – cały czas
- lirik lagu cs myth – growing up
- lirik lagu peter bellamy – the black and bitter night
- lirik lagu finessim – chrome heart
- lirik lagu spirreto – выстрел (shot)
- lirik lagu lord d’andre – all night long
- lirik lagu embrace – death is not the end
- lirik lagu brye – rebuilding