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Dave Blunts - Issabellas Untimely Deportation Lyrics

Issabella’s Untimely Deportation Lyrics[Intro]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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[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 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 shе came to my crib

[Verse]
Niggas, they know it's codeinе 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

[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 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

[Outro]
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