Paroles de la chanson Issabella's Untimely Deportation par Dave Blunts
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Paroles de la chanson Issabella's Untimely Deportation par Dave Blunts
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
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 Issabelle 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 had me goin' insane
And I told that bitch to drop to her knees and focus on givin' me brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
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 Issabelle 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 had 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 your bitch up and she came to my spot
Hit your bitch up and she came to my crib
Niggas, they know it's codeine what I sip
Try to run down, it's a knock on my hip
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
Been gettin' bitches, I'm never a rookie
Standin' on business, 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 Issabelle really a skank
I ran up my money, I'm makin' a lot
Hit your bitch up and she came to my spot
Hit your bitch up and she came to my crib
Niggas, they know it's codeine what I sip
Try to run down, it's a knock on my hip
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
Been gettin' bitches, I'm never a rookie
Standin' on business, 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 Issabelle really a skank
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
These niggas, 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 ain't know what to do
I ain't know what to do, lay in my bed and I think of you
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 Issabelle came to the show, I shouldn't have brought her on stage
Gave her my heart and she threw it away
And I just be easing the pain with drank
These niggas, 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 ain't know what to do
I ain't know what to do, lay in my bed and I think of you
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 Issabelle 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 had 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 your bitch up and she came to my spot
Hit your bitch up and she came to my crib
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
(You're tuned in to F-Foenem Radio)
(Ayo, Sheff)
Steady be goin' through pain, this bitch had 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 your bitch up and she came to my spot
Hit your bitch up and she came to my crib
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
(You're tuned in to F-Foenem Radio)
(Ayo, Sheff)
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