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Wifisfuneral Eggs


Ooh, hey, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, hey, ya, ya

Okay like, he don't want no smoke, like hoe we know he a bitch
Okay like, I was in [?] with the shits (Skrr)
Listen, my gang we don't play, we like the army with clips (That's facts)
I can't be no hoe, you know you are who you with
Okay like, he don't want no smoke, like hoe we know he a bitch
Okay like, I was in [?] with the shits (Skrr)
Listen, my gang we don't play, we like the army with clips (That's facts)
I can't be no hoe, you know you are who you with

It go like eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a lil' thot right by her toe
Jump on this dick like pogo pole
I got thirty in the clip, that murda she wrote (Ayy)
I might wack a f..ck nigga if he stay too close (Ayy)
And lil' hoe wanna f..ck for some clout or some goals (Facts)
Eight double G my waistband
I'm a big double G, I don't take xans
Like GTA, I get wasted
We don't do, do basic, we take shit (Yuh)
Back in the day, strapped at the vacay (For real)
Niggas body hit the wood when he take hits (For real)
Wanna fiddle what this here riddles (Mhm)
Sippin' on syrup, no McGriddles (Mhm)
Shawty said the block hot like McChicken
And I got klucks, ain't no chicken
Aye, got a golden ticket, im Willy Wonka
Bussed down Rollie from Ben Baller
Sipping on the sixth I'm feelin' nauseous
Perks in here'll leave you hollow
I got two hoes kissin' in the back
Thinkin' it was nice now they hold the strap
Finna hit the booty club, for another G5
And that ass fat man it shake like a beehive
Got a couple gang members throwing up B signs
Lightskin nigga boy I do the most
Bullets in his body make a shape like a "O"
Now he lookin' like a Fruit Loop or a Cheerio

Okay like, he don't want no smoke, like hoe we know he a bitch
Okay like, I was in [?] with the shits (Skrr)
Listen, my gang we don't play, we like the army with clips (That's facts)
I can't be no hoe, you know you are who you with
Okay like, he don't want no smoke, like hoe we know he a bitch
Okay like, I was in [?] with the shits (Skrr)
Listen, my gang we don't play, we like the army with clips (That's facts)
I can't be no hoe, you know you are who you with

Yuh



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