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It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape done
He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the Bahamas Bahamas? Nigga, we got work to do We gotta finish killin' the fuckin' competition We can start the funeral service First off I wanna send my condolences First off I wanna send my condolences First off I wanna send my condolences Rest in peace to the competition, yeah Rest in peace to the competition What's up, Drama? Y'all know what this is right? Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz Da, da grillz, da, da, da, da, da I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama Must be some confusion, you niggas are not me I am an illusion, really what you cannot see So picture me like a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C We don't play when we roll, no Yahtzee And I hate you niggas, no Nazi But this the holocaust, rap genocide, yeah Ike Turner take that bitch slaps in the ride My shorty tellin' me, kill the competition boo And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2, nice There Is No Competition 2 It's good to wake up look in the mirror And the only competition's you And even that nigga ain't seein' me My reflection have a hard time bein' me So they tryna do me shit, it's time to dead it I'm what ya don't do even if Simon said it I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's credit And my watch is sick but I have no time for medics Black ice in the Ottomar, this is custom order bra First I call the jeweler up, then I call the coroner My car is foreigner, my bitch is from Florida I killed the pussy last night so now her man is mournin' her Good mornin', sir, I goodnight, niggas Y'all on death row, I Suge Knight, niggas Time to depart, I book flights, nigga Wassup son? What it look like, nigga? Black dress, black suits, black shades, black boots Black truck, black coupe, guns blow, black flutes Black card, black jewels, black party bag Black Friday, throw it in a body bag Black Barbie, that's what I call my black braud African plug, that's what I call a black chord Get ya sharps, get ya flats, that's the black keys Gettin' slick'll get ya holes in ya black tees Black limos, black town cars, black hearses Black register books signed in black cursive Black tears, white tissues outta black purses That's procedure when I'm sendin' back verses The wake, it's the wake right here Come before the funeral, nigga They call me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral I'm killing these niggas And I'm the undertaker, Drama With the body in the bag All these niggas is dead You look around, they're all dead This will be fun, it's tree fam nigga, affiliates, nice |
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| 3. |
| 3:00 |
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Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw So hearing that any nigga out cook me Is suspect as R. Kelly with girl scout cookies When you talkin' to a pro watch ya mouth rookie Go in ya shit, have ya teeth playin' mouth hookie, nice You niggas must of heard me wrong I blame them horses when I turn that Porche turby on My engine gettin' his Kentucky Derby on Seats is brunette, paint is dirty blonde Speakin' of dirty blond, say hi to curvy don, Fergie John With the body movement of a turbion I just watch her, it's been a hectic year so I sit and get fried Call the weed electric chair But ya'll on death row, one request left You lookin' for ya girl, oh, she just left Her and my dick just became B-F-F's Then I threw her out like Jazzy J-E-F-F I'm raw dawg, ya'll safe sex You dicks belong in latex, not tape decks You can't see me neither can the flunkies under you My shit bananas, like a monkey no.2 I'm bigger than that, more like guerrilla though Nick name funeral got that from this killer flow Err things still a go, my pockets be extra fat Big money on deck like a rods next to bat, shit Somebody contact the tabloids I'm a big deal like a contract from Bad Boy Yeah, it's all good baby, baby My swag plays a big part so it's all gravy We hit the club like Nino in the C-M-B, yeah Pretty mixed, bitch, I just call her P-M-B, yeah Watch ya step, baby, gettin' out that G-M-C You bust yo ass, girl, we both gon be on T-M-Z Don't be shy, let them cameras expose you The worst that can happen is a amber rose you People runnin' up like damn, I knows you Hey, ain't you? Yeah, I am that bitch 6 feet deep, nigga, yeah, I am that ditch Throw it in the bag in the recession, I am that rich I'm under close watch, niggas got binoculars I ain't what's poppin', bitch, I'm what's popular If I'm the one to go at, nigga, what's stoppin' ya? I call my gun, Nadia and I be finger poppin' her Keep that bitch comin' like blakka, blakka Go to yo head like a shot of vodka Rocka sick fit call a doctor, potna You think I had a Gucci deal, Waka Flocka Yeah, I am too fuckin' raw Yeah, you heard me, I am too fuckin' raw Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw |
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| 4. |
| 3:08 |
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Shout out to my enemies, shout out my competitors
Shout out to my mini-me's, I hope you do better, brah Better me, better you, etcetera, etcetera Shout out to the followers, I will stay ahead of you Big up to the haters, big up all you low niggas Biggin' you all up should make you feel a little bigger Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga Fake niggas, help you recognize a real nigga Uh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga anyhow Closet lookin' like I opened up a Vinnie's Styles Bitches say, "We are the best" So mami in my jeans PRPS Yeah, street fitted in a gang Yeah, at you like a Twitter name Same place I see 'em, same place they chalk 'em out We speak gwap-enese, come see what we talkin' 'bout Holla at your homie, holla at your dog Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all Once I say hi to her, she gonna say bye to ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya Shout out to the groupies, shout out to my ex Probably sayin' fuck me so shout out to the sex Don't get mad at me 'cause I'm on to the next All of this because I ain't respond to your text Big up to you bum bitches and your ten dollar dresses Big up to the big girls, y'all are so precious Salty bitches tryin' to raise a nigga blood pressure Grown little girls, do yo' mouth get any fresher? Huh? But it ain't fresh as Loso Monogrammed out, son, case you didn't know so Flow so deadly, swag too murderous Known for bein' nice, that don't mean courteous This is nothin' new, I'm not a beginner I get big checks like a lottery winner Her boy dissin' ah, boy, listen ah Kindly sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi You better holla at your homie, holla at your dog Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all Once I say hi to her, she gonna say bye to ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya What it look like, nigga? It's Young Funeral Told y'all niggas I got this shit nigga There Is No Competition 2: The Funeral Service What up Dram'? What it look like? Huh? What we talkin', baby? What we talkin' 'bout? These niggas is dead What we talkin' 'bout? Yeah, I said it, dead, nice Niggas might as well lay down in a hole And throw dirt on they self It's funeral |
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| 5. |
| 3:11 |
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[Chorus: Fabolous]
I see dead people I see dead people I look in my pocket and I see dead people I see dead people I see dead people I look in my pocket and I see dead people One, two, three, body count One, two, three, everybody count One, two, three, body count I check my other pocket more bodies found [Verse 1: Fabolous] More bodies I'm back for more bodies The competition is a skinny bitch nobody I'm running and I know's it That's why I'm so snotty You little boys sit yo ass down, no potty [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fabolous] Let's keep it a hundred That's word to Ben Frank's Money's what you can count on when your friends ain't Grass green over here Green like the kushes I got presidents in my jeans like the Bushes We don't chase money we chase dreams Rub this money in your face, face cream Doctors say I have a problem I see nothing but the bread Told me close my eyes "what you see" You know what I said! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Fabolous] And if I go make sure the family gets the cash And at my funeral there's only 1 wish I ask Give the haters one last chance to see me cause this they last Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass I see dead people I see dead people Pocket full of ego, big head people One two three body count rising And everybody got their hand out fucking Heisman Your boy just convinced her that she gorgeous Must have took a couple thousand of them Georges They call me funeral they call us [? ] Face on point they should call us swordfish He got a gang of money You can't stop his drive He in the blue six screaming out stop it five Black out jewelry, you still see it though I make a moviue in the club, you still see it though [Chorus] |
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| 4:50 |
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| 7. |
| 3:30 |
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[Chorus:]
You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em [Verse 1:] You ain't gotta worry bout her, shorty straight Been chasing her for 2 days, first 48 A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent She look like the best money that I ever spent Just watching my cutiepie get beautified Make me want better jewels, a newer ride Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has it's sacrifices Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, face time Shorty in the streets, still handle the home Enough class for wine, still handle patron When them other hoes call I hand her the phone And she hand em the tone [Chorus] You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em [Verse 2:] Yeah I know that's what they all says She gotta donkey with a Juan Valdez Keep it clean cut like bald heads Been playin with that green long as Paul Pierce So you gotta ball harder than them ball players All she wanna know is there a mall near us Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her But he ain't beat it up, I assault her Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her Slow strut like she walking to the altar Hand bag on her arm cost four bills And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal Often imitated, never duplicated They say she a dime, I say she underrated I just met her so the next solution Dead my old chick, execution [Chorus] You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Had to let you know All the ladies (to all the ladies) I'd like to congratulate you Congratulations And you just came from the gym clothes In a fitted cap and some Timbo's And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose Still killin em hoes You still killin em hoes You still killin em hoes |
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| 8. |
| 3:16 |
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I don't know if I love ya
Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're goin' down Tonight, tonight I don't know if I love ya Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're goin' down Tonight, tonight Ya daddy wanna girl to go down Damn I think I love her ass so round Skin so soft and her hair so long First I go deep then I go long Homie Mackavile I'll be thuggin' on them hoes Red bottom heals she got blood on her toes I was like, "Damn where you from? What's your name?" You the one I'm reppin', got it swingin' on the chain Seven one otro, we don't do popo Come to my town, you can fuck with me and Loso It'll go down (Down, down) I'm a pop a cherry way before we hit the teley (I was like) I don't know if I love ya Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're goin' down Tonight, tonight I don't know if I love ya Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're goin' down Tonight, tonight Look I don't know how I fell in love so fiddast Bet I'm gon' kill it from the back that ass Yeah I'm funeral, I am on a killin' spree Bitches can't get in touch, still feelin' me Always on the I chat, I stay on the phone They be at my neck-like when I spray on cologne Never said I love ya, okay now come on Don't listen to anythin' I stay on patron Where's that on your own student lawn college chick? You can give me brain when I'm free scholarship If you had me open on the head hollow tip I'm a spend a couple bucks, god damn love sucks, nice I don't know if I love ya Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're goin' down Tonight, tonight I don't know if I love ya Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're goin' down Tonight, tonight |
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| 3:31 |
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[CHORUS]
Its clap on, clap off in this bitch Don't let make turn off your own switch You couldn't see in the daytime with a flashlight I got my cash right so.. I don't see nobody [8x] [VERSE] I walk up in the spot and see tonight we have a pack house We all in the building and its rocking like a crack house All the sexy women wearing dresses with their backs out My neck is usually lite up but tonight we have a blackout Call me Tom Edison cause I'm about to light up My head is in the cloud Felt like it just took a flight up They tryin to slow me down like that sizzurp in them white cups Clear that Imma bubble like you shoke a fucking sprite up I don't see nobody but I aint going blind tho I don't see nobody stoppin me from mine yo We the money game We throw up dollar signs hoe My gun from out a town and make you change your state of mine hoe [CHORUS] Its clap on, clap off in this bitch Dont let make turn off your own switch You couldnt see in the daytime with a flashlight I got my cash right so.. I don't see nobody [8x] [VERSE] Bottles of Rosae keeps finding its way to my section And groups of pretty bitches with them light skin complexion Told her Imma kill it and I use magnum protection I just slide up in it baby thats lethal injection I'm about that money Pussy is what a fool chase Hoes will have you tied up Bitch I aint no shoe lace Smurkin in my black shades My bbm cool face but I will fix you niggaz You'll make me get my 2k I don't see nobody but it aint my vision I see I'm what it is and you are what it isnt Lights out niggas, assume the position With my eyes close I see there is no competition [CHORUS] Its clap on, clap off in this bitch Dont let make turn off your own switch You couldnt see in the daytime with a flashlight I got my cash right so.. I don't see nobody [8x] dverdz |
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