Lil Wayne - Funeral (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Lil Wayne - Funeral (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Welcome to the funeral, yeah
Closed casket as usual
Yeah, welcome to the funeral
The choir's singin' musicals
Kumbaya, it's beautiful
I bust in with that Uzi, though
And they look like they saw Lucifer
Welcome to the funeral
We not welcome, we intruded, though
You wanted smoke until
you blew the smoke
That's just unexcusable
Welcome to the funeral, where
we from, we ruin them
We been to quite a few of 'em
The reverend talk, we booin' him
We throw up the Piru at him
Welcome to the funeral,
closed casket as usual
Soul snatching, that's usual
Amen, hallelujah though
Whole family delusional
Niggas cryin' like two-year-olds
Bullet holes come through the doors
I just crossed my heart,
then I threw a rose
Damn, welcome to your funeral
Everybody knew you, bro
Ain't nobody shootin', though
Gotta die to see who you know
Damn, welcome to the funeral
Where we from, we ruin them
The preacher preach, we shootin' him
Now we need one for you and him
That's why they should cremate ya
Hope when you die they commemorate you
Life is a movie and it's in theaters
Some of y'alls already went to cable
Get shot from afar, you
can get a facial
Black gun, chrome gun, interracial
Weed so strong, need ventilation
Funeral home need renovation
I got your mom's teary-eyed,
that's precipitation
Nigga, when you died, did
your bitch a favor
Nigga, we gon' mob like the Genoveses
Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em
Drive-bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby,
crib or cradle
Sit tomatoes on your head
and split tomatoes
From a hundred feet away,
now it's a halo
That's tomato sauce, Heinz 57
Catch up, nigga, you behind,
where I left you
I hate your bitch, your mom, and
your fellas, kids, cousins
Uncles, aunts, and your nephew (Pfft)
Shoot a pussy nigga in the
face, closed casket
Look his pretty kid in the
face, poor bastard
Tears runnin' down his
bitch face, romantic
Two straps on me like the
old Bo Jacksons (Bah)
In his face, closed casket
Send him on the highway
to heaven, no traffic
My lil' nigga just caught
a body, he ecstatic
He cried tears of joy, then
he got 'em tatted
Choir singing musicals, Kumbaya,
it's beautiful
I bust in with the Uzi though
They look like they saw Lucifer
Ain't nobody shootin' though
Where we from, we ruin 'em
I've been to quite a few of them
My nigga, got immune to them
Damn, shoot a pussy nigga in
the face, closed casket
Look his pretty kids in the face,
poor bastards, goddamn
Sit tomatoes on your head
then split tomatoes
In other words, the nigga dead
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