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- wifisfuneral Eyez Low 歌詞
- wifisfuneral
- Eyez Low （-Wifisfuneral/Danny Towers
Written by ：Isaih Rivera
Ayy yeah
Runninthat street life
Yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Cris Dinero
Ayy yeah ayy yeah
Ayy okay like
Eyes low ay smoked out like
Where my roof at
Drop the top ay ride out the coupe my yapwont kick back
Big booty ho break her down just like a Kit-Kat
*****s be fake ay *****s be snakes
Aint nothinI can do about that
Eyes low ay smoked out like
Where my roof at
Drop the top ay ride out the coupe my yapwont kick back
Big booty ho break her down just like a Kit-Kat
*****s be fake ay *****s be snakes
Today I woke up with them racks put five grams in my Backwood
38up on my hip wont slip
No face no case thats racks in the book
Bring it back like a boomerang yeah dont look
Crystal on my neck look like 3M
I know your boyfriend wanna be me yeah we see him
Take the swag take the swag you need it ay
She said my chain a complexion of this
I just might swim in your miss yes
Hold up lilshorty you tweakin
My white ***** she geekin
Run through them stacks like LeBron with no defense
Wax on them like Mr.Miyagi
Daniel-san know that its best you dont try me
Smokinon kill I call that poison ivy
Wrist lookinlike a rock made out of water
Eyes low ay smoked out like
Where my roof at
Drop the top ay ride out the coupe my yapwont kick back
Big booty ho break her down just like a Kit-Kat
*****s be fake ay *****s be snakes
Aint nothinI can do about that
Eyes low ay smoked out like
Where my roof at
Drop the top ay ride out the coupe my yapwont kick back
Big booty ho break her down just like a Kit-Kat
*****s be fake ay *****s be snakes
Aint nothinI can do about that
Today I woke up with the urge
To lay a **** ni**a in the dirt
He look suspicious no lurkinon our turf
So them pistols loaded
Put me through hell I will prevail
Im pistol toting
This lifes a ***** but shell let you hit once you get to know her
My Blood told me the judge on me
Im tip-toeinmy **** showin
Really I got no trust in these *****s
See me I feel no sympathy
Im dustinthese *****s
Put a blade to my face 2K for the play
Im bustinthese * ****es
If he cant get you you gonmake a ni**a
Pull up for the rest of you *****s
Im wishindeath on you *****s yeah
Eyes low ay smoked out like
Where my roof at
Drop the top ay ride out the coupe my yapwont kick back
Big booty ho break her down just like a Kit-Kat
* ****s be fake ay *****s be snakes
Aint nothinI can do about that
Eyes low ay smoked out like
Where my roof at
Drop the top ay ride out the coupe my yapwont kick back
Big booty ho break her down just like a Kit-Kat
*****s be fake ay *****s be snakes
Aint nothinI can do about that
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