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damon vitucci - funeral lyrics
[intro]
damon
[chorus: surf]
i was down bad couldn’t give me sh-t
now i got a bust down on my wrist
now my outfit cost your rent
now i only talk big sh-t (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i put good sh-t on my b-tch
i can afford anything i want
i’m way rich than i was back then (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got the key like a piano
they only love you when you at the funeral
f-ck all that talking i don’t wanna speak at all yeah
i had to get me a cheque
and i did it by my lonely did it by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 1: surf]
everyday i’m getting the cheddar
i went from levi to maison margiela
i can tell these n-gg-s genuine jealous
tell me who really doing it better
these n-gg-s soft like genuine feathers
i get a bag we eating my breakfast
they tried to k!ll me a while ago
i’m breaking her box like mario
run to the bank like cardio
i wanna go where the party go
i will not f-ck with no thotty hoe
she won’t give out her number but she giving out her body tho
i don’t understand that sh-t
i’m smoking on some canabis
my girl got that heaven sent
that send you up to heaven sh-t
flexing for the h-ll of it
cause n-gg-s ain’t gon tell me sh-t
i’m waiting till my cheque come in like i just had a settlement
i don’t wanna have no kids
i be watching cnn
my president being a b-tch and i don’t wanna see that sh-t
pocket watching making estimates
b-tch go and mind yo biz
they be all up on my jock
like i just had an extra d-ck
[chorus: surf]
i was down bad couldn’t give me sh-t
now i got a bust down on my wrist (my wrist)
now my outfit cost your rent
now i only talk big sh-t (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i put good sh-t on my b-tch
i can afford anything i want
i’m way rich than i was back then (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got the key like a piano
they only love you when you at the funeral
f-ck all that talking i don’t wanna speak at all yeah
i had to get me a cheque
and i did it by my lonely did it by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: v2]
yeah yeah yeah
i went from denim to dolce gabbana
17 i can still f-ck yo mamma
money long got a whole lotta commas (yeah, yeah, yeah)
got a stick if you really want drama
everything i do i do it for mamma (yeah, yeah, yeah)
they tried to k!ll me a while ago
just shut up and show me your body hoe
ain’t a baker i still got a lot of dough
still grinding hard for that mazi tho
like a strip club we gotta lot of poles
b-tch i never been afraid to blow
run em down and we let it go
run em down and we let it blow
i been taking b-tches since i was 7
2 best friends smith and wesson
hot pocket it gon send you to heaven
hot topic yeah i hang with the demons
h-llcat and the tires be screeching
big bands yeah i’m shopping at neimans
thick hoe she gon swallow the s-m-n
as a kid this is all i was dreaming
i can never have no kids
don’t want them to live like this
b-tches steady pocket watching tryna give an estimate
b-tch go worry bout your bands
it’s time to hop right off my d-ck
i wish you the best of luck
but you can’t ever tell me sh-t
[chorus: surf]
i was down bad couldn’t give me sh-t
now i got a bust down on my wrist (my wrist)
now my outfit cost your rent
now i only talk big sh-t (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i put good sh-t on my b-tch
i can afford anything i want
i’m way rich than i was back then (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got the key like a piano
they only love you when you at the funeral
f-ck all that talking i don’t wanna speak at all yeah
i had to get me a cheque
and i did it by my lonely did it by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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