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wifisfuneral feat. robb bank$ - nauseous كلمات الأغنية

yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
they like, one time, they like, one time

yeah, ooh, yeah, uh

sippin’ on drank, nauseous
drop the top of the coupe, topless
and i’m wit’ a bad b-tch, flawless
when i’m all up in the crowd, moshpit
said he runnin’ up the bands, that’s nonsense
i just ran 50 bands, that’s profit
this d-ck come with a fee, no talkin’
this d-ck come with a fee, no talkin’ (yeah, uh)
sippin’ on drank, nauseous
drop the top of the coupe, topless
and i’m wit’ a bad b-tch, flawless
when i’m all up in the crowd, moshpit
said he runnin’ up the bands, that’s nonsense
i just ran 50 bands, that’s profit
this d-ck come with a fee, no talkin’
this d-ck come with a fee, no talkin’

n-gg-s stole my style, copy (facts)
am i finna do the lamb’ or the ‘rari?
bad blasian ho, p-ssy on wasabi
got her toes curled up like calamari
nintendo b-tch wanna play my atari
big joystick, take your pick, new cartridge
big gun talkin back, i do not argue
i cannot spoil you
see what that raw do, this d-ck gon’ appall you
his or hers
f-ck your b-tch and steal her purse
cheap ho, she michael kors
called her back and sang a chorus
she forgave me and she yours
pull up, i swing my door
drinkin’ on syrup when i’m bored (yeah)
wake up and f-ck your wh-r-
pillow, open the door

ayy, i just poured three lines in a two liter
your girl mike jack bad, yeah, i’ma beat it
water whip out the work, that’s two kilos
ridin’ wit’ two pounds in a two-seater
his main b-tch eat d-ck, yeah, she a eater
it’s johnny cage, my fist, uppercut lethal
and i’m red bottom steppin’, that’s mars, venus
and i’m red bottle sippin’, that’s mars, venus
and i’m all about a check, verified when i spit
but his main b-tch spit on the tip of this d-ck, that’s it
gots hunnits, gots 50s flowin’ out through this sh-t
and i got a couple stacks that’s goin’ through a b-tch
make her swipe like a visa when she swallow my jits
and my chain 51, 50 hurricane chris
and her -ss on j-lo, face hillary diff
nah, hillary duff
now, which lil’ ho want to come eat nut?
get it? come, eat nut, but i’m bored, that’s enough
all these thots like a tick
blue hunnits on deck like they gang-bang crip
or a page when it flips, but i’m lost in the mix
but i’m lost in the mix, you can find me
prolly sippin’ on drank, now i’m nauseous
i’m prolly sippin’ on drank, now i’m nauseous
but i’m lost in the mix, you can find me

- wifisfuneral feat robb bank

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