[Hook] Aye aye aye I fucc your bitch at your funeral Piss in her mouth she a urinal Spoke only six words "Open your mouth you a urinal" I fucc your bitch at your funeral I played this song at your funeral Ima pull up at your funeral I fucc your bitch at your funeral
[Verse 1] Walk in your work and make fun of you Beat your bitch ass in your cubicle I buy the building and fire you Fill out an app Ima hire you You dont appear to be qualified Fucc it don't matter Ima hire you Long as you know who you working for then I will not have to fire you I am not here to be friends with you Homie I'm here to inspire you The people that love you are tired of you Homie don't no one admire you Nobody fuccing believe in you Everybody know you a liar too Get the fucc up and do something mane for' I fucc yo bitch at your funeral
[Hook] I fucc your bitch at your funeral Piss in her mouth she a urinal Spoke only six words "Open your mouth you a urinal" I fucc your bitch at your funeral I played this song at your funeral Ima pull up at your funeral I fucc your bitch at your funeral
[Verse 2] Bitch I woke up in a Hatchetman I made your bitch do the running man She can't get out of here fast enough She had the pussy, don't want it man Baking eggs and a cup of Tropicana orange juice in the morning man Reading the paper they saying the fucc boys are dying all over don't understand Witnesses spotted a mini-van Gotta get rid of the mini-van Use a ladder for the blood splatter they would never figure its a little man Lil' Ouija Lil' Killa man Psycho psycho blood spiller man Roll up on me marijuana man He just smoking you don't want it man
[Hook] I fucc your bitch at your funeral Piss in her mouth she a urinal Spoke only six words "Open your mouth you a urinal" I fucc your bitch at your funeral I played this song at your funeral Ima pull up at your funeral I fucc your bitch at your funeral
[Verse 3] Ouija do nothing but mutilate You bitches do not know who to hate Yo shorty boobies and booty fake just like your mo'fuccin' crew is fake I could have got you a week ago Saying your motherfuccin' shoes are fake Tell my baby braid me up and Ima kill em' all woadie it is too late I'm on a perc and a xan I got some (?) I ain't got nothing to put it in I got a 8th in my hand Before I got paper to roll it up I sold it too by the gram Point five then I have to work Smoke and I say it again
[Hook] I fucc your bitch at your funeral Piss in her mouth she a urinal Spoke only six words "Open your mouth you a urinal" I fucc your bitch at your funeral I played this song at your funeral Ima pull up at your funeral I fucc your bitch at your funeralTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
