Thursday, August 13, 2020

Wifisfuneral – It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! Lyrics

Wifisfuneral – It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! Lyrics

Wifisfuneral – It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! Lyrics

Wifisfuneral – It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! Lyrics



It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! By wifisfuneral


Imagine that was my shit right there, haha


Yeah, stack it up, rack it up, I get it, yeah


I hit up seven, no, not 7eleven


(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


Ayy


Oh, it’s a bird, it’s a plane (brrt)


Oh, that’s an opp? Well, he in the grave (yeah)


Them racks, they touch from the ground to my face (yeah)


I was tip-toeing them stacks just to change (yeah)


Okay, this guap just got me splurging (ooh)


Dippin’ in that big body suburban and I’m swervin’ (ooh)


Main bitch, she complainin’, so I bought that bitch a Birkin (shut up)


She smile and forgive me so I did that shit on purpose (haha)


Stunting like my daddy but this ain’t Weezy and Birdman (no)


Ayy, back in’96, my daddy used to flip the birds then (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)


That’s a fact (yeah)


And now I’m back up on that ass


Too many stripes, this shit ain’t plaid


I know my enemies hate me on purpose


I’m going up, and they stay mad (ooh)


Okay, don’t ever think it’s up, bitch (ooh)


We might fuck you up and I got paps up in that clutch, trick


Throw a damnit at him if he think he doing something (wow)


Demon [? ].45 when it get to bussin’


I pop the Xanax now I see demons when they lurking (pop)


They want at that top, boy, I’m’bout it so don’t assert me (ayy, don’t assert)


Pull up on the curb, ayy


Scraps out, Macs out, get low, limbo, timber


Cold December, do you remember?


I was hitting licks and shit


Demons had me bad down on my dick and shit


Dick in the feline, bitch


Strawberry key-lime, bitch


Hit you with a stick like dick-on, bitch


To the upper room of this bitch


Flew in with a broom in this bitch


Make his ass twist, twist and shout (twist and shout)


Got a new waiver, bitch


Livin’ out dreams that you wishin’


And my F& filled up with hollow-tips with them dicks


I could clear a nigga face like kitchen


Last bitch left, she don’t know what she missin’


I’m turned up, nigga, I ain’t learned my lesson


Turned up, nigga, I’m sweatin’


Turned up, nigga, in the moshpit, every nigga’round me reckless


Livin’ like me, y’all die by the necklace


If you didn’t slide I’ma [? ] Like a [? ]


Hold up, yeah, yeah


Oh, it’s a bird, it’s a plane (brrt)


Oh, that’s an opp? Well, he in the grave (yeah)


Them racks, they touch from the ground to my face (yeah)


I was tip-toeing them stacks just to change (yeah)


Okay, this guap just got me splurging (ooh)


Dippin’ in that big body suburban and I’m swervin’ (ooh)


Main bitch, she complainin’, so I bought that bitch a Birkin (shut up)


She smile and forgive me so I did that shit on purpose (haha)


Stunting like my daddy but this ain’t Weezy and Birdman (no)


Ayy, back in’96, my daddy used to flip the birds then

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