Wifisfuneral - lil jeff hardy lyrics
[Wifisfuneral - lil jeff hardy lyrics]
You go to a fucking concert
You trying to get lit
You're probably under the influence
Of some drugs
Cause you know what it is, right?
And, basically the motherfucking rapper
Whose on stage does a fucking cannonball
Or some type of swanton bomb
In to your section of the crowd
And niggas giving you a Miguel legdrop
He's kicking you in the neck
He's kicking you in the face
What the fuck are you going to do
Just keep singing along?
Walk up in this bitch, I'm flexed up
I'm next up
If you shoot, protect your chest, bruh
Don't act up diamonds looking like Mega Man
I blast off pour eight-
Ayy, I feel this percocet in my system
Cris Dinero haha, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
Shit, fuck, yuh
Ay, walk up in this bitch, I'm flexed up
I'm next up
If you shoot, protect your chest, bruh
Don't act up
Diamonds looking like Mega Man, I blast off
Pour eight of the Tech on my ass, dawg
Ay, okay like, thick lil shorty
Tell me what it do
Might have to check your ass
Like a Nike swoosh, on my P's and Q's
Smoke a whole ounce to the face, I'm a demon
Ooh you might need me too
They don't know Zay from the bridge
I might up it it is what it is what
It ain't, bitch, lil whore, swallow my jitts
Bitch, payback strong, I got a K with a lip
Walk up in your section, take over, vip
30 bands, 20 bills on my hip
I'm like fuck it
I fuck her sister and cousin
Bitch, you gon' top off my brother
Then top off my cousin
Just fucking and sucking and
Leave no discussion
I do the dope, hoe, you smelling like onions
Just fucking and sucking and
Leave no discussion
I do the dope, hoe, you smelling like onions
Bring the beat like, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
You trying to get lit
You're probably under the influence
Of some drugs
Cause you know what it is, right?
And, basically the motherfucking rapper
Whose on stage does a fucking cannonball
Or some type of swanton bomb
In to your section of the crowd
And niggas giving you a Miguel legdrop
He's kicking you in the neck
He's kicking you in the face
What the fuck are you going to do
Just keep singing along?
Walk up in this bitch, I'm flexed up
I'm next up
If you shoot, protect your chest, bruh
Don't act up diamonds looking like Mega Man
I blast off pour eight-
Ayy, I feel this percocet in my system
Cris Dinero haha, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
Shit, fuck, yuh
Ay, walk up in this bitch, I'm flexed up
I'm next up
If you shoot, protect your chest, bruh
Don't act up
Diamonds looking like Mega Man, I blast off
Pour eight of the Tech on my ass, dawg
Ay, okay like, thick lil shorty
Tell me what it do
Might have to check your ass
Like a Nike swoosh, on my P's and Q's
Smoke a whole ounce to the face, I'm a demon
Ooh you might need me too
They don't know Zay from the bridge
I might up it it is what it is what
It ain't, bitch, lil whore, swallow my jitts
Bitch, payback strong, I got a K with a lip
Walk up in your section, take over, vip
30 bands, 20 bills on my hip
I'm like fuck it
I fuck her sister and cousin
Bitch, you gon' top off my brother
Then top off my cousin
Just fucking and sucking and
Leave no discussion
I do the dope, hoe, you smelling like onions
Just fucking and sucking and
Leave no discussion
I do the dope, hoe, you smelling like onions
Bring the beat like, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back
Bring the beat back, bring that back