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letra de b line - funeral

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b line lyrics
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 ass
oh that white b-tch got some ass
oh now that b-tch smoking gas

i made that b-tch
know why that b-tch on my d-ck
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 k!ll you let it splatter

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