b line Lyrics – funeral
Singer: funeral
Title: 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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