script

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funeral - Rap, Alternative Rap

script

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[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah [Chorus] I told his ho let's go somewhere that she ain't ever been before Oh my God, know she bad, no, I cannot let it go Oh wait, hold up, oh no, I'on know where I'm 'boutta go Oh wait, oh, oh, I'm on go, ho, I'm out the door Red light, all night, all right, I know she up to somethin' She said she love me, oh, she must think that I'm dumb I know this bitch a trick, know what shе really want [Chorus] No, that bitch don't love me, that bitch lovе oxycodone Oh boy, what's wrong wit me? I'm worried bout some old hoes Let me flip the script, can't fuck with that bitch, just know that that ho can't kick it wit' us I blow off a bitch to blow a lil' bag, we hop in a Jag, she hop in a bus No, that bitch don't love me, that bitch love oxycodone Oh boy, what's wrong wit me? I'm worried bout some old hoes Let me flip the script, can't fuck with that bitch, just know that that ho can't kick it wit' us I blow off a bitch to blow a lil' bag, we hop in a Jag, she hop in a bus [Verse] Ayy, boy, better back your ass up 'fore your stupid ass get shot, yeah Boy, better hide your face before your stupid ass get caught, yeah My homie done got the drop, yeah, you better watch out, get your Glock out Boy, you finna get popped, yeah, get your body dropped, yeah Ayy, my homie shoot out the window in the Benz, ho With them spinnas and them big hoes, red light with them big poles Play wit' them sticks, limbo, boy get sliced, Kimbo Smoking on that endo, never play pretend, ho [Chorus] No, that bitch don't love me, that bitch love oxycodone Oh boy, what's wrong wit me? I'm worried bout some old hoes Let me flip the script, can't fuck with that bitch, just know that that ho can't kick it wit' us I blow off a bitch to blow a lil' bag,wWe hop in a Jag, she hop in a bus No, that bitch don't love me, that bitch love oxycodone Oh boy, what's wrong wit me? I'm worried bout some old hoes Let me flip the script, can't fuck with that bitch, just know that that ho can't kick it wit' us I blow off a bitch to blow a lil' bag,wWe hop in a Jag, she hop in a bus

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