Nauseous
Wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$ Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They like, one time, they like, one time
Yeah, ooh, yeah, uh
Sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
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'
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
Pull up open that door
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'
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
Got hunnits, got 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
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'
The lyrics of "Nauseous" by wifisfuneral & Robb Banks delve into the themes of excess, hedonism, and a carefree attitude towards materialism and self-indulgence. In the opening lines, the artists set the tone with references to sipping on "drank" and feeling nauseous, suggesting a state of altered consciousness or intoxication. The repetition of certain phrases like "drop the top of the coupe, topless" and being with a "bad bitch, flawless" conveys a sense of living in the moment and enjoying luxury and pleasure without inhibitions.
The verses touch upon topics such as flaunting wealth and success, as indicated by lines like "I just ran 50 bands, that's profit." There is a sense of defiance against those who may try to imitate or copy their style, with the artists claiming their originality and uniqueness. The mention of driving luxury cars like Lamborghinis or Ferraris and having intimate encounters with women further accentuates the theme of living a lavish and indulgent lifestyle.
The lyrics also include explicit references to sexual encounters and gratification, depicted through metaphors like "Nintendo bitch wanna play my Atari" and descriptions of sexual prowess. There is a disregard for traditional values or societal norms, as seen in lines like "fuck your bitch and steal her purse," which suggest a lack of moral boundaries and a focus on immediate gratification.
Overall, "Nauseous" presents a picture of living in the moment, indulging in vices, and embracing a hedonistic lifestyle characterized by excess, pleasure, and materialism. The repetition of certain phrases throughout the song reinforces the idea of being unapologetically bold and fearless in pursuing desires and pleasures, regardless of consequences or societal judgments.
Lyrics Β© O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Isaiah Rivera, Richard O'Neil Burrell
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@oops02
They sleeping on wifisfuneral and Robb bank$
@MADD-MANX
1 of the best duos π₯π₯
@aviemoreno9721
Wifi really out here snapping
@yorriamo
This is one of those songs you wanna keep to yourself and hope nobody finds out but so fire you wanna show someone. This fucking beat is outta this world.ππ‘π½π€π½
@extinctfrom2003
best song in the tape !π€π₯
@revm4k429
imalfonxo* on my soul
@snufflebunns3901
WiFiβs verse so fire
@Insomniac___
Best song from the album. Straight fye AYY π₯π₯
@tabz47
bring the album back on spotify please !
@steson8074
it's back