midday текст песни – wifisfuneral

[intro: wifisfuneral]
hey cris, f-ck you
i feel the hit in there
f-ck you, ayy, b-tch
yeah, ayy, b-tch
alright, ayy
yeah yeah, ayy
yeah, ayy

[verse 1: wifisfuneral]
ayy, i can’t stress the f-cking fact
how much i hate my f-ckin’ life (woo!)
drag myself through the days, fade
burn my soul just like a light (okay)
i was on my f-ckin’ way, straight
dodgin’ 12 and divin’ (okay)
can’t let them know that this bag on me (ayy)
b-tches, they claim that they vouch for me (woo!)
where was you at in the [?] sleep (woo!)
i was in h-ll, living drastically (okay)
stomp on his neck like a kick on the beat (woo!)
i came for cris when i opened the scene (yeah, yeah)
now i gotta pull up with my b-tch in the droptop
got two cars on my neck, what’s the pocket lock
where’s my compet-tion? this sh-t too easy
when a n-gg- got a rap, ayy
chop them sh-ts then pick and roll
your b-tch on my [?] pole
hit up craig, get them racks
that’s all she wrote
p.s. like from h-ll with a wish so well

[verse 2: craig xen]
i wake up in the morning, n-gg-s hatin’ already
i ain’t do sh-t to n-body, i keep my focus steady
copasetic how i’m trying to keep my life with these problems
keep piling up, cause i’m high up enough
they got a price on my body
i’m like “f-ck ’em” (what?)
back to the cash if a n-gg- really wanna come bust me
ayy, you didn’t touch me (for real)
do all that sh-t that you said you would do if you saw me
ayy, you prolly (what?)
jealous ’cause i’m in the extra sh-t you been talkin’
it don’t stop me
i kept on hustlin’ now hunnids don’t fit in my wallet
money bag, money bag, hunnid bands in
smile on my face ’cause a young n-gg- livin
‘member i was broke, but its been a lil’ minute
hatin’ on me leave a hatin’ n-gg- livid
money bag, money bag, hunnid bands in
smile on my face leave a hatin’ n-gg- livid
‘member i was broke but it’s been a lil’-
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck!
wake up in the morning, n-gg-s hatin’ already
we ain’t do sh-t to n-body, we keep our focus steady
copasetic how we tryna keep our life with these problems
keep pilin’ up, ’cause we high up enough
we got a price on our bodies (god d-mn)

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