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goth cowboy - funerals lyrics

[intro: funerals]
boy wanted beef like it’s burger king
pull out the burner and then i start mur*
um, yeah
funerals

[verse 1: funerals]
boy wanted beef like it’s burger king
pull out the burner and then i start murdering
this is a state of emergency
i take the game and i f*ck it up verbally
b*tches, they always the worst to me
i’ll block a b*tch if she wanna be curvin’ me
i hit the shot like i’m curry
be whippin’ a foreign, 2030
you see the 30, the back of my jersey
back of the ‘lac where they packin’ the 30
diamonds, thеy dirty, vision all blurry
i wanna die so my family is worried
i give a f*ck if a b*tch wanna hatе me
b*tches, they actin’ like they wanna date me
drivin’ me crazy, f*ck it, i’m crazy
i’ll smoke a blunt just to keep me from breakin’
ayy, what the f*ck, will you run up?
what the f*ck, will you pull up?
what the f*ck, will you shut the f*ck up, b*tch?
ayy, what the f*ck, will you run up?
what the f*ck, will you pull up?
what the f*ck, will you shut the f*ck up, b*tch?
[hook: funerals]
goth cowboy
goth cowboy
goth cowboy
goth cowboy
goth cowboy
goth cowboy
goth cowboy
goth cowboy

[interlude: funerals]
um, shout how to misery, man
nice weather we’re having, good day

[verse 2: 83hades]
40’s and mags, i got a drum
all of these bullets, put holes in your lungs
i put a pig in a noose, he get hung
slaughterhouse, b*tch, and i’m k!llin’ for fun
knife get you gutted, put d*ck in her stomach
i’m thuggin’ and juggin’ with no repercussions
knock off her brain, give her concussion
i hit the stain, [?]
had to move work, now i’m coutin’ up hundreds
got a new gun, and i’m move with it
if he run up, i can shoot with it
we sellin’ pounds, we stack them digits
gettin’ around, [?] no civic
guess he a p*ssy ’cause he won’t bang with us
lookin’ like trash, i treat her like litter
diamonds they shinin’, just like they glitter
givin’ her d*ck, all in your sister
i will not miss, i just might hit her
new clothes, new money, new b*tches
had to come up off a l!ck so we all winnin’
just like a farmer, b*tch, i been gettin’ chicken
i been with some demons, yeah, we was all sinnin’
b*tch, [?] f*ck all of your religion
[bridge: unofrompluto]
haha, uno, yeah, ayy, yeah, brrrr

[verse 3: unofrompluto]
curb stomp that n*gga ’til his heart stop
n*ggas talkin’ like they know me but i break laws
i’m that n*gga, f*cked yo’ b*tch with her legs crossed
you a p*ssy n*gga, shoot you with the sawed*off
hey, i’m back on my sh*t
n*ggas wanna talk but he gon’ catch a clip
you already know that i’m up off a brick
you know i been all ’bout checks
she wanna suck on my tippy
i tell her, “then go to [?]”
you do not know me, i’m silly
i pull up and hop out with semi’s, yuh

- funerals lyrics

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