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darren isaiah - three sword style lyrics

so umm
this is a love story
we’ll, sort of
we’ll, not really

she say i’m little boy, that is murder
my boy keith said she’s such a burger
she does petty things that’s unheard of
she hurts me even though i haven’t hurt her
it always seems that i prefer the
bat sh_t crazy ones that a serve ya’
she said she has a life so she don’t need me
if you don’t see me s_xually then why you tease me?
but me no cry me no river, me no boohoo
i feel no pain so no need to kiss the b00boo
i had a dream that you was twerking in a tutu (yeah)
i had a dream that you were drinking up my yoo_hoo (yeah)
that long ass corny text i sent, delete that
i swear on every thing fam’ this b_tch know voodoo
me and you should do what you and that other dude do
i’m not a hater i just want a piece of you too
(ooo)
cause’ she shot me down
(murder, murder, murder, murder, murder)
she cut me three sword style
(ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo)
cl!ck cl!ck, pow pow
(murder, murder, murder, murder, murder)
she cut me three sword style
(ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo)

she said she like em’ bulky i’m too puny
she said she like em’ peter i’m too stewie
she let me rub up on her body
then she be like “okay stop”
like, why you do this to me?
(stop!)
them blue b_lls you give me is a struggle
i can’t make this disappear i’m a muggle
me and my thoughts need to get up in a huddle
like okay how can we get this b_tch to love you?
but you big ole’ booty got me mad obsessive
i squeeze yo’ ass cause’ you like that sh_t aggressive
i got a thing for these african girls i swear bro
yo’ let me slide up in dim’ guts there’s no pressure
i keep texting like i haven’t learned my lesson
she reply wit’ hearts that does my ass no justice
when she see me, start caressing being extra
pretend she wanna get the s_xing
(f_ck outta here wit’ ya’ lying head_ass)
cause’ you still shot me down
(murder, murder, murder, murder, murder)
you cut me three sword style
(ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo)
cl!ck cl!ck, pow pow
(murder, murder, murder, murder, murder)
ya’ cut me three sword style
(ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo)

why you always tryna’ bullsh_t up on me
why you do things on purpose that get me h_rny
(honey)
you h_lla’ petty for that you mad corny
my boy said i be looking like i be struggling when he saw me
i thought you was my topanga and i thought i was your cory
oh so you’re sorry, oh na’ na’ na’ you’re just sorry
(d_mn)
i need to get these feelings all up off me
(yeah)
that big ole’ booty caught me, that’s costly
but me no mad, me no salty
(nah)
them weak emotions dust them off me
(yus)
and you ain’t gotta’ f_cking talk to me
(nah)
cause’ i don’t need your pity party
i never fear to be alone
i’d rather have my own zone
so f_ck you and your chromosome’s
i hope your fake ass comatose
i hope you fall in the sea
and you get eaten by some hammer shark
i hope you get punched by a man
that turns out to be ayra stark
i hope yo’ assh0l_ blow up from a lighter
from an accidental fart
i hope you sh_t a pop tart
and yo’ assh0l_ rip apart
she cut me three sword style
(ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo)
cl!ck cl!ck, pow pow
(murder, murder, murder, murder, murder)
she cut me three sword style
(ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo)

so um
that was my kinda’ not really love story
i’m so happy you were entertain by my you know
misery n’ sh_t
f_cking assh0l_s

- darren isaiah lyrics

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