in rotted flesh Delusive immortality preserved Bitch until he's dead Funeral bitch Bitch until you'r dead You fuckin' bitch Memories of a lifetime
Traduction: Master. Funeral Bitch.
back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is
block Like ushers at churches No matter where your boys go Nigga I'ma get 'em You can ask Ponsa's Funeral Home How much business I be sending 'em You forgot bitch
ever you pop tarts are Play with funerals get cha ass burried, you should shut your fruity ass up raspberry Jus got that rolls royce so this black man, got bitches
, I'ma hit you while your baby asleep Whoo, to say this a creep, after I nuttin' Bitch, I'm a pimp, I ain't askin' for nuttin' I mastered frontin', fuck
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laa Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program Ain't takin' shit from you him or no man Master
shotgun, niggaz didn't jump La la la la la la la la Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program Ain't takin' shit from you, him or no man Master
to the Lord I'd rather die today than live tomorrow Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and ball Put in my work, you might get put in a church Funeral
be iight (be iight, be iight) Verse 1: Lil Wayne Ughhh Young tune, no animation, Bitch I do me like master bastion, Young money cash money til im killed nigga, Bet my funeral