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letra de isabella likes me - slayr

[intro]
(t99, 少し強さを送ってくれ)
(grim, grim, grim brxzy)
yeah

[chorus]
these n-ggas hatin’ like they could do better (woah)
yeah, i’m not your average fella (yeah)
that is your b-tch, but she wearin’ my sweater (woah)
yeah, i got that bag out in ella
i’m f-ckin’ this white b-tch, her name isabella (yeah)
yeah, knock me down, but i’d get up
they sleepin’ on me, i’m startin’ to get fed up (skrrt)
uh, aimin’ for your headtop, like, “heads up”

[verse 1]
she wanna hold hands (yeah)
where do we go, my friend?
how can i give you my love?
when you f-ckin’ with my friend? (woo)
i can’t go with thеm
i can’t pop a xan’
refuse to do any drugs
i can do fine without thеm

[chorus]
these n-ggas hatin’ like they could do better
yeah, i’m not your average fella
that is your b-tch, but she wearin’ my sweater (woah)
yeah, i got that bag out in ella
i’m f-ckin’ this white b-tch, her name isabella (yeah)
yeah, knock me down, but i’d get up
they sleepin’ on me, i’m startin’ to get fed up (skrrt)
uh, aimin’ for your headtop, like, “heads up”
[post-chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck (yeah), it’s the bag outside
if that is your b-tch, then she better know why
if you tryna step up, then, n-gga, don’t try (woo)
i don’t wanna lie, uh
but i do not want you to be mine (wee)

[verse 2]
they so fake (ha)
i’m ’bout to do what it takes (okay)
i can’t go that way (again)
i can’t do that sh-t
yeah, n-ggas i’m passin’
used to have bad friends
used to hang around the wrong friends
never small benz
hop inside of that trackhawk (yeah)
that b-tch wanna f-ck, like back off (yeah)
i’m too focused on the cheddar (yeah)
n-ggas my sons, i’m the father who stepped up
the f-ck is that supposed to mean?
i don’t think you’re the girl of my dreams

[refrain]
say something about us
say something about us
say something about us
say something about us (yeah)
[chorus]
these n-ggas hatin’ like they could do better
yeah, i’m not your average fella
that is your b-tch, but she wearin’ my sweater (woah)
yeah, i got that bag out in ella
i’m f-ckin’ this white b-tch, her name isabella (yeah)
yeah, knock me down, but i’d get up
they sleepin’ on me, i’m startin’ to get fed up (skrrt)
uh, aimin’ for your headtop, like, “heads up”

[post-chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck (yeah), it’s the bag outside
if that is your b-tch, then she better know why
if you tryna step up, then, n-gga, don’t try (woo)
i don’t wanna lie, uh
but i do not want you to be mine (wee)

- slayr

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