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wifisfuneral - hills lyrics

[chorus]
ayy, tell me, is you ridin’? is you slidin’?
if i walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
i done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
i can’t trust a b_tch, f_ck around ’cause i got no feelings
ayy, tell me, is you ridin’? is you slidin’?
if i walked you out of here, would you ride for me?
i done felt your vibe, baby, you can keep it buck fifty
i can’t trust a b_tch, f_ck around ’cause i got no feelings

[verse 1]
yuh
my shooter asked me what i want, b_tch, i say, “headshots”
and i’m skrrtin’ off all in that ghost since i’m a dead guy
hol’ up, we gon’ leave you lit, that’s a promise, not a threat
i call [?] and it’s go_time
and we really makin’ movies, all my shooters think it’s showtime
if a p_ssy_ass n_gga want the smoke, we can rеally make it happen
b_tch, i’m reggiе miller from the three, i’m bustin’ threes at your mothaf_ckin’ [?] fitted
when i hear your name ’round the block, boy, they say you ain’t valid
mixin’ up the runtz with the cereal, milk, and salad
n_gga, it’s murder she wrote, poppin’ all on these drugs, i can’t feel my toes
blues and blues and blues and, put my in comatose
i’m gettin’ rich, you broke as sh_t, you ain’t got no glows
that’s just how it go
i’m remixin’ all the pints, i give him karo, case closed
i ain’t want no queso, n_gga, i ain’t gotta save hoes
i was f_ckin’ all up on his main b_tch and he ain’t know
ayy, numb her like a perc’ with my d_ck inside her d_mn throat
ever since a jit, bustin’ magics out the bankroll

[verse 2]
yuh
lil’ mama asked me what i want, b_tch, i said, “dead top” (okay)
that ain’t no ketchup on your shirt, man, that’s a red dot (ayy, ayy)
and i’m posted with the dope n_ggas, we can’t do no broke business (okay)
it’s grams out the circle, that’s equivalent to scope_[?] (yeah_yeah)
i f_cked that b_tch right out her track ’cause she too hot to spoke with it (mm)
posted up with cold k!llers (yuh), late_night on a dope mission (yuh)
we can’t leave no track marks, my past gave me a black [?] but now i’m swipin’ black cards (okay)
out here, used to [?] (okay), but now we buyin’ things [?] (yuh)
pull the money out the p_ssy, turn ’em to some m’s, sh_t (yuh, yuh, yuh)
i got three diamonds on my fist, i turned up to some sick sh_t (yuh, yuh, yuh)
rebound on me ‘fore she jumpin’ on my d_ck

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