Paroles de la chanson Nauseous par Wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$

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Paroles de la chanson Nauseous par Wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$

[wifisfuneral]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They like, one time, they like, one time
Yeah, ooh, yeah, uh

[wifisfuneral]
Sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
This dick come with a fee, no talkin' (Yeah, uh)
Sippin' on drank, nauseous

Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'

[Robb Bank$]
Niggas stole my style, copy (Facts)
Am I finna do the Lamb' or the 'Rari?
Bad Blasian ho, pussy on wasabi
Got her toes curled up like calamari
Nintendo bitch wanna play my Atari
Big joystick, take your pick, new cartridge
Big gun talkin back, I do not argue
I cannot spoil you
See what that raw do, this dick gon' appall you

His or hers
Fuck your bitch and steal her purse
Cheap ho, she Michael Kors
Called her back and sang a chorus
She forgave me and she yours
Pull up, I swing my door
Drinkin' on syrup when I'm bored (Yeah)
Wake up and fuck your whore
Pillow, open the door

[wifisfuneral]
Sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'

This dick come with a fee, no talkin' (Yeah, uh)
Sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'

[wifisfuneral]
Ayy, I just poured three lines in a two liter
Your girl Mike Jack bad, yeah, I'ma beat it
Water whip out the work, that's two kilos
Ridin' wit' two pounds in a two-seater
His main bitch eat dick, yeah, she a eater
It's Johnny Cage, my fist, uppercut lethal
And I'm Red Bottom steppin', that's Mars, Venus

And I'm red bottle sippin', that's Mars, Venus
And I'm all about a check, verified when I spit
But his main bitch spit on the tip of this dick, that's it
Gots hunnits, gots 50s flowin' out through this shit
And I got a couple stacks that's goin' through a bitch
Make her swipe like a VISA when she swallow my jits
And my chain 51, 50 Hurricane Chris
And her ass on J-Lo, face Hillary Diff
Nah, Hillary Duff
Now, which lil' ho want to come eat nut?
Get it? Cum, eat nut, but I'm bored, that's enough
All these thots like a tick
Blue hunnits on deck like they gang-bang Crip

Or a page when it flips, but I'm lost in the mix
But I'm lost in the mix, you can find me
Prolly sippin' on drank, now I'm nauseous
I'm prolly sippin' on drank, now I'm nauseous
But I'm lost in the mix, you can find me

[wifisfuneral]
Sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
This dick come with a fee, no talkin' (Yeah, uh)
Sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless

When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'

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