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letra de pop - wifisfuneral

[intro]
aye
oou
oou
oouu
oouu
oouu
yuh

(sample)
pop-pop till you drop, body full of bullet holes (3x)
with the hollow point she was laying
man n-body knows

[verse 1]
hoes back with the strap light tack on back
i remember all days moving pack
split 50 cent cakes on me
where it’s at
now my diamonds lookin’ like my chest freeze on the map
wait, wait i might pull up
hold up, no
where was you at you was not in the dirt
i seen those things when you clean on your shirt
she suck my d-ck ’till she hick up
they call my phone i’m no pick up
i’ll let you know if i pick up
she just got caught in a pickle
movin’ while 458
while he talk dirty
yes he might up in your face
if you think it’s too late (huh)
i just might nut on her face (huh)
the yellow ball bring more weight (huh)
and my portal i’ll float outta sp-ce (yuh)
i’mma push some merch up in your lane (yuh)

[verse 2]
i don’t see enemies, they’re all dead
this is what happens when t-tan go mad
black light my soul i can’t help who i am (oou)
crushing on a perc boy feel it in my fist
spent 20 thou’ yeah right on my b-tch
guess it’s the perks of lighskin bein’ rich
devil on my soul, new phone, who dis?
mop with a stick like i’m mr. clean-uh
f-ck n-gg- test is the ent-ty (uh)
b-tch your allowance my pinky ring (uh)
b-tch lick your wrist when you think of me (uh)
creep through your dreams with the weaponry
boy you too p-ssy you know you can’t censor me
f-ck on that irish man that be my speciality
boy you too p-ssy you know you can’t censor me
f-ck on that irish man that be my speciality

- wifisfuneral

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