wifisfuneral

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@djdiablojo Күн бұрын

They took away my dawg my heart black & thats where it stay at。。。🖤

@LostCauseGG 2 күн бұрын

STILLL SLEPT ON, WEEF THE UNDERGROUND KING

@Bustyolipz 2 күн бұрын

I'll see you in October wifi

@Himmyneutron22 3 күн бұрын

2024 🙏🏽

@Himmyneutron22 3 күн бұрын

Underrated asf

@Himmyneutron22 3 күн бұрын

2024 0:12

@Brotosworld 4 күн бұрын

So good

@Brotosworld 4 күн бұрын

Best for years

@grahamsneeringer7840 6 күн бұрын

First song I heard from u was manikin. Still listen to some your stuff from around that time

@traymaunu8330 6 күн бұрын

Sinful we are, Holy is God, He calls us to Him through Jesus’ death on a cross for sins,who rose from the dead and now reigns over all and requires the obedience that comes from faith from all people

@traymaunu8330 6 күн бұрын

@MrColdwilliam 7 күн бұрын

Wifi🔥

@TaxEvasionnn 9 күн бұрын

Almost August 2024 & my ass just stumbled on this banger again🔥

@Officialkidvibe 9 күн бұрын

Hard 🔥

@hvrunuchu8780 10 күн бұрын

QUE APPLAUSE

@mrbillcollector 10 күн бұрын

You a real one, if SoundCloud recommended this to you in class, when you weren't even supposed to be on it... Back when the suicide boys just came out with "Paris" and it was still an underground song

@Dihloozi0n 11 күн бұрын

8 years later still banging this 💯💯

@chrisboss7079 13 күн бұрын

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

@clusivev1128 13 күн бұрын

400,000th listener XD

@user-wb7en6nv8s 14 күн бұрын

Yeah, ya dig what I'm saying? 'Porting live, Stanfield Organization, yeah SSETLIFE Y'all ready to die? Oh my Yeah, yeah, yeah, ya dig? (huh) Big flex, young niggas know they can't test that Posted on the block with the FN Chop a nigga soul, with the FN, uh, yuh Ayy, red flags Fuck nigga know he can't test that, uh Whipping in the 'Masi, gotta flex that, uh Whipping in an Audi, gotta stretch that Yeah, uhh, break that bitch off like a Kit Kat Lil' bitch, she say she can't take dick Lil' bitch, she say she can't take that, uh I'm off the drank, where the tec at? Hunnid band, hunnid band, get it (Yuh) And a nigga walk around with it (Yuh, yuh) Look up in the sky, that Griffith (SSET) Nigga want beef, let's get it (Let's get it) I pour a six in the Crush, it's a must (It's a must) Smoke on a Backwood, that shit full of musk (Shit full of musk) I just went fucked up a 10 at the Lux (Woo) Told that bitch, "Suck that dick quick, in a rush" Ayy, told that bitch, "Suck on that dick with no rub" Ayy, I lay that dick down with that bitch under covers I'm the king, kiss the crown, the royal penis get snuggled Yeah, my bitch put it down and that pussy get smuggled I pull up like, uh, VVs, uh I hope these fuck niggas see me, uh Ratchet bitch, no she won't eat me, uh (On God) She said she saw me on TV She know I feed her that pee-pee, uh White bitch, she go and buy DD She ride on that dick like a CC Black Panther, Wakanda my pinky, ya dig me? Uh, play that ho heart like a harp (Like a harp) Uh, my bullets sharper than darts (Like a dart) Uh, kush, it be loud like a fart (Like a fart) I got that iron like my name Tony Stark Hunnid band, hunnid band, get it (ayy, ayy) Uh, runnin' like the gingerbread with it (Okay) Nigga wanna beef like Griffith (Ayy) Uh, nigga want beef, let's get it (Yuh) Hunnid band, hunnid band, get it (Yuh) Uh, runnin' like the gingerbread with it (Yuh, yuh) Nigga wanna beef like Griffith (Yuh) Nigga want beef, let's get it (Yuh) Okay Ya dig? Dig that? Ya dig? On God, yeah Huh, huh

@user-wb7en6nv8s 14 күн бұрын

intro: robb bank$] all purpose phone, yeah, yeah do it all, yeah, you dig that, uh huh yeah, rich gang or don’t bang for life (tell ’em free my brothers) ayy, yuh [chorus: wifisfuneral & robb bank$] it go like, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ayy (yuh) how many thots think that they gon’ get to heaven? (you dig) one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ayy (yuh) how many thots think that they gon’ get to heaven? (yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) one, two, three, four (four) five, six, seven f-ck n-ggas at the door (whoa, whoa) one, two, three, four (what up) five, six, seven, eight b-tches at the door (okay) [post-chorus: robb bank$] what you want? take me to the floor (to the floor) i could f-ck your b-tch right now , we’ll be done (yuh, yuh, yuh) bought my bottom b-tch a crown, she a star (yeah, you dig) it be feelin’ like a drought when it’s gone (sset, sset) [verse: wifisfuneral & robb bank$] mix the hi-tech with the par, that’s that do not sip (ayy, dig) tell me why your baby momma on my jock, yeah (she on my jock, i don’t know why) we gon’ pull up with that smoke just like a high spliff, yeah (brr) we gon’ pull up with that smoke just like a high spliff, yeah (yuh, yuh, yuh) .223 up in his chest that sh-t might drop sh-t (brr, brr) if i’m ridin’ with that .40, that’s a hot clip (that’s that hot sh-t, grr, grr, woo, woo) if i’m popping’ on a perc, i might get high b-tch, (woo, woo) we the cleanup crew might pull up with a mop stick (woo, grr, grr) got them bands, n-gga, i can’t stop sh-t, n-gga i’ma lay that rock bottom down, dwayne johnson (yuh, yuh, yuh) crack too many seals, a n-gga think that he steve austin (tuh, sset) vvs on my chest, boy, you know that this sh-t ain’t flawed yea (sset, sset) oh, only smoke the gr-ss, but where the leaf? oh, i’m tryna f-ck that b-tch and leave oh, gr-ss type pokémon, eevee oh, spread your rolls, but i got seeds, got seeds and them boys drink karo, not lean (not lean) drinkin’ so much sip, i think my liver bleed (liver bleed) legs wrapped around my neck like she the leader (yuh) spanish b-tch, lil momma, she a eater, oh (ah) when i get up in this b-tch (you dig that) wet floor, caution sign, feel this drip (yeah) thirty-six, this that wu-tang sh-t (yuh) hold up, like, thirty-six, this that wu-tang sh-t (you dig) [pre-chorus: robb bank$] we gon’ make her come and suck that d-ck, uh (on god) we gon’ make her come and suck that d-ck, uh (woo, woo) lil momma, come f-ck with my clique, uh (on god) lil momma, come and feel this drip, uh [chorus: wifisfuneral & robb bank$] it go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ayy (yuh) how many thots think that they gon’ get to heaven? (rah) one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ayy (yuh) how many thots think that they gon’ get to heaven? (yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) one, two, three, four (four) five, six, seven f-ck n-ggas at the door (whoa, whoa) one, two, three, four (what up) five, six, seven, eight b-tches at the door (okay)

@user-wb7en6nv8s 15 күн бұрын

wifisfuneral] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah They like, one time, they like, one time Yeah, ooh, yeah, uh [Chorus: wifisfuneral] Sippin' on drank, nauseous Drop the top of the coupe, topless And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense I just ran 50 bands, that's profit This dick come with a fee, no talkin' This dick come with a fee, no talkin' (Yeah, uh) Sippin' on drank, nauseous Drop the top of the coupe, topless And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense I just ran 50 bands, that's profit This dick come with a fee, no talkin' This dick come with a fee, no talkin' [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] Niggas stole my style, copy (Facts) Am I finna do the Lamb' or the 'Rari? Bad Blasian ho, pussy on wasabi Got her toes curled up like calamari Nintendo bitch wanna play my Atari Big joystick, take your pick, new cartridge Big gun talkin back, I do not argue I cannot spoil you See what that raw do, this dick gon' appall you His or hers Fuck your bitch and steal her purse Cheap ho, she Michael Kors Called her back and sang a chorus She forgave me and she yours Pull up, I swing my door Drinkin' on syrup when I'm bored (Yeah) Wake up and fuck your whore Pillow, open the door Sippin' on drank, nauseous Drop the top of the coupe, topless And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense I just ran 50 bands, that's profit This dick come with a fee, no talkin' This dick come with a fee, no talkin' (Yeah, uh) Sippin' on drank, nauseous Drop the top of the coupe, topless And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense I just ran 50 bands, that's profit This dick come with a fee, no talkin' This dick come with a fee, no talkin' [Verse 2: wifisfuneral] Ayy, I just poured three lines in a two liter Your girl Mike Jack bad, yeah, I'ma beat it Water whip out the work, that's two kilos Ridin' wit' two pounds in a two-seater His main bitch eat dick, yeah, she a eater It's Johnny Cage, my fist, uppercut lethal And I'm Red Bottom steppin', that's Mars, Venus And I'm red bottle sippin', that's Mars, Venus And I'm all about a check, verified when I spit But his main bitch spit on the tip of this dick, that's it Gots hunnits, gots 50s flowin' out through this shit And I got a couple stacks that's goin' through a bitch Make her swipe like a VISA when she swallow my jits And my chain 51, 50 Hurricane Chris And her ass on J-Lo, face Hillary Diff Nah, Hillary Duff Now, which lil' ho want to come eat nut? Get it? Cum, eat nut, but I'm bored, that's enough All these thots like a tick Blue hunnits on deck like they gang-bang Crip Or a page when it flips, but I'm lost in the mix But I'm lost in the mix, you can find me Prolly sippin' on drank, now I'm nauseous I'm prolly sippin' on drank, now I'm nauseous But I'm lost in the mix, you can find me wifisfuneral] Sippin' on drank, nauseous Drop the top of the coupe, topless And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense I just ran 50 bands, that's profit This dick come with a fee, no talkin' This dick come with a fee, no talkin' (Yeah, uh) Sippin' on drank, nauseous Drop the top of the coupe, topless And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense I just ran 50 bands, that's profit This dick come with a fee, no talkin' This dick come with a fee, no talkin'

@user-wb7en6nv8s 15 күн бұрын

Hey Chris, fuck you Ay You know I love you, Chris Yeah, yeah, uh, uh (yeah) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, ay, yeah, ay (You dig? You dig? You dig?) Hundred racks up in the pantry Look like a ransom (SSET) Niggas left me out for dead, well, shit I need some answers Don't cut my back for that, I only judge you off your actions Bitch, fuck the way you talk, hold up Zooming fast in the McLaren, stare Bricks around my neck, it got me feeling like a polar bear Long shot from the eagle, seagull, smoking OG fungus Got my face hanging like Ruckus, I'm the Grim Reaper Main bitch bag leecher, all my opps, we oversee it I'm making out oh so clear, please cuff your bitch Before she assist, shit stiff like a stick Crystal molly rocker, iz feel nothing, Percocet it shake Shake, regret, it's in a minute And my diamonds stacked like Tetris, take the fade, forgot to mention And I'm paying close attention, enemies praying I don't make it (facts) But I took it, I ain't waiting I was playin' with the matrix Keep it low, you know what I'm saying I was playin' with the matrix Keep it low, you know what I'm saying I was playin' with I ain't even gotta speak, bruh, let the drip talk Why your bitch all up on me, bruh? Better cuff your thot Connect the plug like Cuban links, stuck, smokin' through the drought He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom Uh, yeah, yeah, you dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? (The GOAT) Brains right there (woo woo) Sayin' set, nigga, bet that, she smoke like you ain't asthmatic I just put Biscotti in my inhaler, they like, "How you did that, kid?" Killed my dawgs like Vert, drinking on that syrup, don't know how I ain't dead yet Feel like count it up, I rev her up like akida, like a biker Jaded by the like, I'm tryna share my percent Actavis, drinking on that mango nectar We don't keep no cups, no, no, no, no let us not ever I keep it one hundred like a Pokémon Center Y'all niggas know that I'm on something Know something? If he want something I'll toast him, I'll stomp that nigga out, bitch, I'll roast him I'm posted, I'm not bragging, bitch, I'm not boasting Go slow motion, she dark skin, bitch Kelly Rowland, like

@ToroRoro-xk6lz 16 күн бұрын

I feel wat uu saying ong