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wifisfuneral
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaih Rivera
Songwriter
Lyrics
And we stopped sippin' Tris' so it's back to the Wock' now
So we back to the Wock'
We stopped sippin' Tris' so it's back to the Wock' now
Yeah, we stopped sippin' Tris', so we back to that Wock' now
Only money orders coming right out my compound
And I pop on that pill and I geek
Swear to God, with that purple, I feast
Had to smack me away with that leash
In my mind, I just wanted some peace
And I roll wit' the demons by three
We can pour four right inside of that two
Baby girl, right there, slow motion
Arch on yo' back, get on ya knees, ha, fuck it, you boastin'
I'm on that err, I'm on that E
Fast pace, my motion
Call on the dead, then he deceased, uh
Play wit' the potion
Forty-one almond, my wrist lookin' freeze
And my bitch by my sidе and she know that I'm tipsy
Yeah, I'm livin' the sweet life, but not wit' the tip
Now I'm hatin' my life, 'cause this shit gettin' sticky
And you think that I got it, but still, I feel empty
Lost sight of my vision, I know you resent me
And I flex on my opps, 'cause this shit, it get heavy
This is a Plain Jane, boy, it get hectic
Step on her, I want my big tall
R.I.P for a kid, phone
Rockin' that diamond, that piss stone
I can't do drugs, I get pissed off
She take that dick like a
I slide up in it like
Servin' that pussy like, bit-la-bong
Price on ya head, lil bruh, ya gone
Yeah, big .40 wit' a thick shorty and you know how I'm rollin', damn
My lil' bean like sensu beans, but fuck it, man, we ain't goin', uh
Shakin' nervous when ya next to me
'Cause I'm off the drugs and I'm coastin'
And the pills small like a sesame seed, but this shit got me floatin'
And the pills small like a sesame seed, but this— got me floatin'
And the pills small like a—, but it fuckin' got me
Let's go
We can pour four right inside of that two
Baby girl, right there, slow motion
Arch on yo' back, get on ya knees, ha, fuck it, you boastin'
I'm on that err, I'm on that E
Fast pace, my motion
Call on the dead, then he deceased, uh
Play wit' the potion
We can pour four right inside of that two
Baby girl, right there, slow motion
Arch on yo' back, get on ya knees, ha, fuck it, you boastin'
I'm on that err, I'm on that E
Fast pace, my motion
Call on the dead, then he deceased, uh
Play wit' the potion
Writer(s): Isaiah Rivera
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