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funeral - b line lyrics

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b line lyrics
b_tch you dumb
b_tch you make my f_cking brain melt
im cutting out your eyes
to see the pain felt

b_tch pay what you owe me
i am not the old
i am not your homie
f_ck how you control me

b_tch we in the back
counting them racks
b_tch got g_star on her ass
oh that white b_tch got some ass
oh now that b_tch smoking gas

i made that b_tch
know why that b_tch on my d_ck
this b_tch make me sick
and her mans is a b_tch

to the money make a b line
all these f_ckers feline
fn shoot him he flying
fn shoot him he crying
b_tch get your racks up
b_tch whats the matter
ima come into your crib
and k!ll you let it splatter

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