funeral – b line

funeral – b line Lyrics

Artist: funeral
Song: b line

b#tch you dumb
b#tch you make my f#cking brain melt
Im cutting out your eyes
To see the pain felt

b#tch pay what you owe me
I am not the old
I am not your homie
f#ck how you control me

b#tch we in the back
Counting them racks
b#tch got g-star on her #ss
Oh that white b#tch got some #ss

Oh now that b#tch smoking gas
I made that b#tch
Know why that b#tch on my dick
This b#tch make me sick

And her mans is a b#tch
To the money make a b line
All these f#ckers feline
Fn shoot him he flying

Fn shoot him he crying
b#tch get your racks up
b#tch whats the matter
Ima come into your crib

And kill you let it splatter
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From the album:
The Netwerq Administrator
Release Year: 2003

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