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letra de it's a bird! it's a plane! - wifisfuneral

[intro: wifisfuneral]
imagine that was my sh-t right there, haha
yeah, stack it up, rack it up, i get it, yeah
i hit up seven, no, not 7eleven
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ayy

[chorus: wifisfuneral]
oh, it’s a bird, it’s a plane (brrt)
oh, that’s an opp? well, he in the grave (yeah)
them racks, they touch from the ground to my face (yeah)
i was tip-toeing them stacks just to change (yeah)
okay, this guap just got me splurging (ooh)
dippin’ in that big body suburban and i’m swervin’ (ooh)
main b-tch, she complainin’, so i bought that b-tch a birkin (shut up)
she smile and forgive me so i did that sh-t on purpose (haha)
stunting like my daddy but this ain’t weezy and birdman (no)
ayy, back in ’96, my daddy used to flip the birds then (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
that’s a fact (yeah)

[verse 1: wifisfuneral]
and now i’m back up on that -ss
too many stripes, this sh-t ain’t plaid
i know my enemies hate me on purpose
i’m going up, and they stay mad (ooh)
okay, don’t ever think it’s up, b-tch (ooh)
we might f-ck you up and i got paps up in that clutch, trick
throw a d-mnit at him if he think he doing something (wow)
demon [?] .45 when it get to bussin’
i pop the xanax now i see demons when they lurking (pop)
they want at that top, boy, i’m ’bout it so don’t -ssert me (ayy, don’t -ssert)

[verse 2: ratchet roach]
pull up on the curb, ayy
scr-ps out, macs out, get low, limbo, timber
cold december, do you remember?
i was hitting l!cks and sh-t
demons had me bad down on my d-ck and sh-t
d-ck in the feline, b-tch
strawberry key-lime, b-tch
hit you with a stick like d-ck-on, b-tch
to the upper room of this b-tch
flew in with a broom in this b-tch
make his -ss twist, twist and shout (twist and shout)
got a new waiver, b-tch
livin’ out dreams that you wishin’
and my f& filled up with hollow-tips with them d-cks
i could clear a n-gga face like kitchen
last b-tch left, she don’t know what she missin’
i’m turned up, n-gga, i ain’t learned my lesson
turned up, n-gga, i’m sweatin’
turned up, n-gga, in the moshpit, every n-gga ’round me reckless
livin’ like me, y’all die by the necklace
if you didn’t slide i’ma [?] like a [?]
hold up, yeah, yeah

[chorus: wifisfuneral]
oh, it’s a bird, it’s a plane(brrt)
oh, that’s an opp? well, he in the grave (yeah)
them racks, they touch from the ground to my face (yeah)
i was tip-toeing them stacks just to change (yeah)
okay, this guap just got me splurging (ooh)
dippin’ in that big body suburban and i’m swervin’ (ooh)
main b-tch, she complainin’, so i bought that b-tch a birkin (shut up)
she smile and forgive me so i did that sh-t on purpose (haha)
stunting like my daddy but this ain’t weezy and birdman (no)
ayy, back in ’96, my daddy used to flip the birds then

- wifisfuneral

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