Funeral - Lil Wayne
Welcome to the funeral, yeah
Closed casket as usual
Yeah, welcome to the funeral
The quietest things in musicals
Kumbaya is beautiful
I bust in with that Uzi though
And they look like they saw Lucifer
Welcome to the funeral
We not welcome, we intruded though
You wanted smoke until you blew the smoke
That's just inexcusable
Welcome to the funeral, where we from we ruin them
Been to quite a few of them
The reverend talk, we boo'in him
We throw up the Piru at them
Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual
Soul snatching as usual
Amen, hallelujah though
Whole family delusional
N_ggas crying like two year olds
Bullet holes come through the doors
I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose
Damn, welcome to your funeral
Everybody knew you bro
Ain't nobody shooting though
Gotta die to see who you know
Damn welcome to the funeral
Where we from we ruin them
The preacher preach we shooting them
Now we need one for you and him
That's why they should cremate ya
Hope when you die they commemorate you
Life is a movie and it's in theaters
Some of y'alls already went to cable
These shots from a far you could get a facial
Black gun chrome gun, interracial
Weed so strong, need ventilation
Funeral home need renovation
I got your mom's teary eyed, that's precipitation
N_gga when you died, did your b_tch a favor
N_gga we gonna mob like the Genovese's
N_gga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em
Drive bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hear the baby, crib a cradle of tomatoes on your head
I split tomatoes from 100 feet away, now it's a halo
That's tomato sauce, Heinz 57
Catch a n_gga, you behind, where I left you
I hate your b_tch, your mom, and your fellas, kids, cousins, uncles, aunts, and your nephews
Shoot a p_ssy n_gga in the face, closed casket
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastard
Tears running down a b_tch face, romantic
Two straps, I'm up at the Oboe Jacksons
In his face, closed casket
Send him on the highway to heaven no traffic
My lil n_gga just caught a body, he ecstatic
He cried tears of joy, then he got him tatted
Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual
Whole family delusional
Amen hallelujah though
Choir singing musicals, Kumbaya, it's beautiful
I bust in with the Uzi though
They look like they saw Lucifer
Yeah, welcome to the funeral everybody knew your bro
Ain't nobody shoot him though
That's just inexcusable
Welcome to the funeral
Where we from we ruin them
Been to quite a few of them
A n_gga got immune of them
Shoot a p_ssy n_gga in the face, closed casket
Huh, huh, bop
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards
Goddamn, drive bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hear the baby, crib a cradle of tomatoes on your head
I split tomatoes from 100 feet away, now it's a halo
In other words, a n_gga dead
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