Hit-Boy - Funeral Season Lyrics
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Funeral Season
Funeral Season Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Funeral Season By Hit-Boy?
Statik, wuddup?
Ghost Did lot Stone cold shooter, let the heater blow Gun that a just main Twitter, follow the leader though Up in the hood, homie askin, I got my Nina on Just stood his eyes on some niggas that he needed gone It's like that recorder, life ain't normal If you die to shine then ice ain't for you If the sky fall then the sky can't warn you When your head crack the base don't warn you Lightin up weed, pour that sour In the streets in the mix like Kool Aid powder Ride on them niggas, show em you ain't coward Yea you got family but you ain't ours Get popped up, oxed up, or boxed up Think it's a joke then bitch nigga done up up Cuz I'm ghost and I'm still OG This time I'm with Statik and it's real OG, wuddup? Livin rich or livin poor Funerals stay on schedule This not season, can't stop the heatin Funerals stay on schedule All the G's is getting money and relaxin But funerals stay on schedule And I don't even care about the charges, invade federal Funerals stay on schedule I walk the cold streets of the city with big heaters Ready for cats, there's no one up, they dick beat us Yea it's Big B, the trill OG walkin So keep yo mouth shut when the OG talkin If I want your opinion then nigga I'll beat it out of you I'm real for the gunners bitch, I do on what I gotta do And that's got a lot to do with where I was raised Reach and old man in the trill where they roamin with K's Always round with the gauge and they lurkin with meaners Who will serve to get paid, committing more than misdemeanors Once the while the shit you see my nigga do in his life The average shit, there's no one on here every night You can go to PA, til they beam all the yonkers The young niggas wilin in the streets, going bonkers Best thing I could do right now is pray for you Just to narrow that pistol nigga to lay on you, hold up Livin rich or livin poor Funerals stay on schedule This not season, can't stop the heatin Funerals stay on schedule All the G's is getting money and relaxin But funerals stay on schedule And I don't even care about the charges, invade federal Funerals stay on schedule For every nigga that say he proud of me It's a nigga that's out for me Feelin like Martin Luther, I'm standin out on the balcony Niggas used to be tough but I cut em off, call em equities Niggas was in the fam with me, only niggas that dance with me Bitches ain't wanna f*ck, now they on and this for a chance with me If you knew what that bass meant this is my fuckin rhapsody Feel like I'm a rhapsody, killin it with my faculty High up above the ground, I swear I'm defying gravity Yea I be younger but when I grow up I'mma buy me something I always knew I'm like the psyche bluffin Miss clear where the hustle, watch where I could see the future We got bigger guns than dreams, little niggas will shoot ya For no reason other than colors, he looked up to his brother Now we layin beside him, too many tears for a mother Too many story of hunger but f*ck ya If I must so I be out here in the streets tryna teach my niggas to come up, word Livin rich or livin poor Funerals stay on schedule This not season, can't stop the heatin Funerals stay on schedule All the G's is getting money and relaxin But funerals stay on schedule And I don't even care about the charges, invade federal Funerals stay on schedule |
Who Wrote Funeral Season By Hit-Boy?
Bernard James Freeman, Chauncey A. Hollis, David Styles, Patrick Owen Baril
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What's The Duration Of The Funeral Season By Hit-Boy?The duration of Funeral Season is 4:00 minutes and seconds. |
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