TH3 FUN3R4L Lyrics

Been the man

Feel again

Been the man

Feel again

That mean that mean switch finna

Feel again

What that bada mean simp nigga

Been the man

Yeah I'm finna hop in the chat

Young nigga hop for the catch

VVS diamonds the best

Energize her Tesla

All of the these diamonds will test

And you cannot cheat this

Cost more than my boujie hoe and she do not eat fish

Forreal

Lamborghini fuck scissor up like Aventador

Lift her up let her run along like etcétera

Baby girl dropped it to the floor now I'm begging her

Like please baby baby please fuck it then I wet her up

Bow your heads

Let's pray for my dawg

Let's pray for my dawg, Santana

Pray for my dawg

Pray for my dawg, shits bleedin

Yeah I bleed for that, for my niggaz

Yeah I bleed for my dawg, for my nigga

Yeuh

Big spender finna up on my licks bitch

Had to break her off

That ho tryna fuck up my lineage

Feelings set, in a void, still at war

Woulda got you slept quick

But I played the bigger part

Let's bring it center court

Now she losing weight like all her promises

Don't sweat it bitch I x'd her out the future Nostradamus

In the end I lost my nigga when we left Jay house

I'm feeling fucked up I took you out that halfway house, Nigga

We just want the drugs we don't want no love bitch

Fuck the game-plan my nigga won't ever score again

A victim of my feelings you had seen when I had spite

When I was living with a bitch cuz she had seen I had pipe

Had to put my pain aside and tried to hold yo head instead

A product of the effortless

You died inside yo bed instead

I swore that it was better if I was gone

But then I read bout how you bled

Can't get that image out my dome

The twisted shit in that bitch head it had me comatose

Way back at that corner store

Caught between two bitches straightest face I'm on my poker bro

Fuck I been repenting ever since I caught my life

Been living in the dark since way before they cut my lights

Who told you to take that perc know I was hurt ring off his head just like he Xerces

Get a c-scan on my terf I'll leave his head above the surface

Better yet I'll count my days that way I know that yours' for certain

When I live inside the past I'm with my dawg it's picture perfect

Aye, aye, aye

Die for me

Die for him

Died from greed

Die for sin

My nigga I'm bleeding

You niggaz need Jesus

Stop breathing