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tee grizzley - the funeral lyrics
[intro]
(h_lluva made this beat, baby)
[chorus]
she asked for a purse, i’m like, “you ain’t go to the funeral?”
she said, “what you mean?” i’m like, “that sh_t dead” (r.i.p.)
she say she pullin’ up, i’m like, “bring an extinguisher”
she like, ”why?” ’cause i need some fire_ass head
[verse 1]
i don’t like no bougie b_tches, we ain’t got nothin’ in common (at all)
like my hoes ratchet, she’ll twerk in front of her mama (f_ck it up)
and her mama and her auntie gon’ twerk with her (f_ck it up)
her best friend gon’ get drunk as f_ck and flirt with her (oh sh_t)
i got some new numbers, i need rubbers, it’s gon’ be a busy week
copy_and_pasting messages to my freaks, i miss you, let’s link
say she want ruth chris, b_tch, mcdonalds up the street (right there)
all that money sh_t, i do that for the ‘gram, ho, i’m cheap (facts)
[chorus]
when she asked for a purse, i’m like, “you ain’t go to the funeral?”
she said, “what you mean?” i’m like, “that sh_t dead” (r.i.p.)
she say she pullin’ up, i’m like, “bring an extinguisher”
she like, “why?” ’cause i need some fire_ass head
[verse 2]
when i hit, i’m out of your way (gone)
catch me a nut and i gotta skate
one in the head, don’t c_ck it, okay?
i’m from the city, we c_cky, okay?
shaq with the number ’cause i had to block it, okay? (outta here)
shaq with the number ’cause i had to block it, okay? (sh_t outta here)
you know it was my b_tch if you got blocked from my page (not me)
she asked, “was it real?” i said, “yeah, real fake” (fake)
you knew what it was when i ain’t take you on no real date (you knew)
tryna beat it like i’m mike, i’m tryna beat, b_tch, like dre, hold up, wait
[chorus]
then she asked for a purse, i’m like, “you ain’t go to the funeral?”
she said, “what you mean?” i’m like, “that sh_t dead” (r.i.p.)
she say she pullin’ up, i’m like, “bring an extinguisher”
she like, “why?” ’cause i need some fire_ass head
[verse 3]
you know i ain’t left_handed, ’cause i hit these b_tches right away (facts)
she so cold that i had to hit her by the fireplace (yup)
still waiting on the dealership to send my license plate
came condom, i can’t let ’em fry me like some rice and steak
nah, i can’t f_ck her raw ’cause she gon’ text like, “we gotta talk”
if your head fire, have my driver take you to the mall
nah, you can’t get in my bed in them pants, take ’em off
i’m a gentleman, after i f_ck, here go a rag, wipe it off
[chorus]
she asked for a purse, i’m like, “you ain’t go to the funeral?”
she said, “what you mean?” i’m like, “that sh_t dead” (r.i.p.)
she say she pullin’ up, i’m like, “bring an extinguisher”
she like, “why?” ’cause i need some fire_ass
[outro]
need some fire_ass head from a b_tch one time
ain’t gotta say much, could pull a b_tch with one line
n_ggas say they gangsters, ain’t commit one crime
f_ck them n_ggas, though
need some fire_ass head from a b_tch one time
ain’t gotta say much, pull a b_tch with one line, ayy
i been on that one grind, ayy
grindin’ ’til the sun down
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