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