Wifisfuneral - Pop Songtexte

Hoes back with the strap light tack on back
every day moving pack
Split 50 cent cakes on me
Where it's at
Now my diamond lookin' like my chest freeze on the map
Wait I might pull up
Hold up, no
Where was you at you was not on the dirt
I seen those things when you clean on your shirt
She suck my dick 'till she hick up
They call my phone I'm no pick up
I'll let you know if I pick up
She just got caught in a pimple
Movin' while 458

If you think it's too late
I just might nut on her face

Flow outta space
I'mma push some merch up your lane


I don't see no enemies, they're all dead
This is what happens when titan go mad
Black light my soul I can't help who I am

Spent 20 thou' yeah right on my bitch
Guess skin bein' rich
Devil on my soul, new phone, who dis?
Might wanna like I'm Mr. Clean
Fuck nigga testin'
Bitch

Boy you too pussy you know you can't censor me
Fuck on that be my speciality
Boy you too pussy you know you can't censor me
Fuck on that be my speciality
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