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letra de something borrowed - dave blunts

[intro]
(i’m working on dying)
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah

[verse 1]
thinkin’ about madison, i see her in my dreams
heard she gettin’ married and i fell down to my knees
and since we talking ’bout knees, let’s switch the story to abigail
she be sellin’ p-ssy, and plus, she work at taco bell
all my n-ggas stupid, but not as dumb as david brown
that boy went to prison, and then his b-tch got passed around
okay, i’m just kiddin’, his b-tch ain’t really get passed around
but if she wanted to f-ck, i probably would’ve took her down
thinkin’ ’bout her everyday, madison took my heart away
my heart, it can’t be tamed, need a perky for the pain
i got a lot of b-tches but i don’t got madison
i got a lot of money but i don’t got madison

[verse 2]
shuey broke, i’m getting paid
hit your b-tch in the back of the rave
f-ckin’ your b-tch and i’m making her pee
ran up my money, i’m not twothree
run up my money, i’m not like shuey
n-ggas, they hate ’cause my life is a movie
n-ggas, they hate ’cause they b-tch is a groupie
i’m in her mouth like the groovy smoothie
n-ggas, they hate ’cause i’m f-ckin’ they b-tch
i’m ’bout to pour up the wok and the tris
ride around town and i’m clutching my stick
i’m clutching my .30, i’m clutching my pole
n-ggas be like, “why you dropped out of school?”
i’m stupid as f-ck, i really was slow
told that boy, “don’t run up on me”
my .30 be bussin’ like taylor, i’m cold

- dave blunts

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