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letra de isabell's untimely deportation - dave blunts

lyrics from snippet

[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah

[chorus]
cut the bitch off ’cause i know she really be fuckin’ my mans
solar she told me she don’t really love me, i don’t understand
and isabell came to the show, i shouldn’t have brought her on stage
i’m sippin’ on drank in the booth ’cause i steady be goin’ through pain
steady be goin’ through pain, this bitch got me goin’ insane
and i told that bitch to drop to her knees, and focus on givin’ me brain
focus on givin’ me top, you better not stop
i ran up my money, i’m makin’ a lot
hit yo’ bitch up and she came to my spot
hit yo’ bitch up and shе came to my crib

[verse]
niggas they know it’s codeinе what i sip
[?]
cut the bitch off ’cause i’m never a simp
cut the bitch off ’cause i’m never a cuck
even though i know my bitch gettin’ fucked
even though i know my bitch sellin’ pussy
dickin’ down bitches, i’m never a rookie
steppin’ on bitches, no nigga can push me
and they know that i sat on that stage
’cause i needed an oxygen tank
so that be the reason they hate
i just be laughin’ my way to the bank
and i know that isabell really a skate
told her to leave, she wanted to stay
gave her my heart, and she threw it away
and i just be easing the pain with drank
niggas mad at me ’cause they ain’t heard of me, i ain’t heard of you
catch you lackin’ in the front seat, we un-buckle you
solar told me that she didn’t love me, i didn’t know what to do
i ain’t know what to do, lay in my bed and i think of you
[chorus]
cut the bitch off ’cause i know she really be fuckin’ my mans
solar she told me she don’t really love me, i don’t understand
and isabell came to the show, i shouldn’t have brought her on stage
i’m sippin’ on drank in the booth ’cause i steady be goin’ through pain
steady be goin’ through pain, this bitch got me goin’ insane
and i told that bitch to drop to her knees, and focus on givin’ me brain
focus on givin’ me top, you better not stop
i ran up my money, i’m makin’ a lot
hit yo’ bitch up and she came to my spot
hit yo’ bitch up and she came to my crib

[outro]
(yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah)
(you’re tuned in to f-f-funkout radio)
(ayo, sheff)

- dave blunts

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