Wifisfuneral feat. Robb Bank$ - Movin Slow Lyrics

Lyrics Movin Slow - Robb Bank$ , wifisfuneral



Hey, Cris, fuck you
Hit the kill switch, bitch, you can′t feel this
Drip cost a brick, she gon' miss it when she on this dick, yeah
Okay, suck it ′til you hiccup
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah-yeah, ayy
When my life gon' hit the kill
Switch, bitch, you can't feel this (Okay)
Drip cost a brick, she gon′ miss it when she on this dick, yeah (Yuh)
Okay, suck it ′til you hiccup, bust right on your sister (Yuh)
I just popped a 10, movin' slow, I can′t get up (Yuh)
I just popped a 10, movin' slow, I can′t get up (You dig)
I just popped a 10, movin' slow, I can′t get up (Dig, dig)
Suck it 'til you hiccup, bust right on your sister (Okay, yeah)
I just popped a 10, movin' slow, I can′t get up (Okay, okay, okay)
Skrrt off, ride in two Wraiths, I′m Bruce Wayne
For my life, bitch, you gon' use me, abuse me, seduce me (What?)
I smoke off like a loose leaf (Okay), I used to sell to J′s (Oh)
I'm the reason they still usin′ (Ooh, okay)
And best believe, lil' nigga, if you still talkin′, then we creepin'
She snort three lines like Adidas
I put three lines in two liters, I just call it how I see it (Ayy)
Blow my brains out for no reason (Yuh)
All this pressure, I can feel it (Yuh, yuh)
Up the five for no reason (Yuh, yuh)
Nut off on a eater (Yuh, yuh)
Teen witch like Sabrina, pussy hot like ether, uh
Skrrt off in that Demon, wet like my wrist on Katrina, huh
I'm loose as a goose, don′t get me started (Okay)
I get high to Mercury, I′m too fried, too retarded (Okay)
Flodge on all these hoes, it's honest, I can′t stop this
Glocks pop out the coffin, outer space, Marvin Martian
Ayy, thought I told these bitches that a nigga green-hearted (Yuh)
I'm gon′ hit the Swisher, get autistically retarded
Ooh, and I got that bitch all on her knee-ees
Ooh, I'ma put that dick where she see-ee
And I′m drunk off promethazine-ine
Saw that bitch on TV, and she top me (SSET)
Broward County OG (You dig), Xanax, took three (I dig)
Pink molly on me, roof off the Jeep (Okay, yeah)
I done seen the snakes lie with rats and talk down on 'em (Hah)
Your IG himynamesteee, you turnin' back on ′em, yeah
When my life gon′ hit the kill
Switch, bitch, you can't feel this (Okay)
Drip cost a brick, she gon′ miss it when she on this dick, yeah (Yuh)
Okay, suck it 'til you hiccup, bust right on your sister (Yuh)
I just popped a 10, movin′ slow, I can't get up (Yuh)
I just popped a 10, movin′ slow, I can't get up (You dig)
I just popped a 10, movin' slow, I can′t get up (Dig, dig)
Suck it ′til you hiccup, bust right on your sister (Okay, yeah)
I just popped a 10, movin' slow, I can′t get up (Okay, okay, okay)



Writer(s): Richard Burrell, Isaiah Rivera, Christian Maldonado


Wifisfuneral feat. Robb Bank$ - Conn3ct3d
Album Conn3ct3d
date of release
11-01-2019




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