Letra de I$$EY - Warren Hue

Pants Bumble Bee, and my top on neon

Shades blacked out, boy, got Celine Dion

I'ma hit it once then I dip off, Elon

I'ma get the bag then I dip off, he okay?

Ayy, Warren high as a spaceship

Fake faces change quick, they all shape shift

A-list star, attitude with a main bitch

Bad as Madonna, do it how I wanna

Damn, y'all can't tell me shit, y'all can't tell me shit

Y'all can't tell me shit

ISSEY MIYAKE, my fit, ayy

ISSEY MIYAKE, my fit

Y'all can't tell me shit, y'all can't tell me shit

Y'all can't tell me shit, y'all can't tell me shit

ISSEY MIYAKE, my fit, woah

ISSEY MIYAKE, my fit, woah, woah

ISSEY, ISSEY, ISSEY

ISSEY MIYAKE, my fit, ayy

ISSEY, ISSEY, ISSEY

ISSEY MIYAKE, my fit, ayy

ISSEY, ISSEY, ISSEY

ISSEY MIYAKE, my fit, ayy

ISSEY, ISSEY, ISSEY

ISSEY MIYAKE, my fit, ayy

Need to unwind?

Bring your friends to party at west

Where even groupies can get lit

Ayy, look what I'm dripped in

I follow vision, y'all follow bitches

On 'gram, listen

Y'all sip purp bro, I sip Lipton

Fit in no category of rapping

Ayy, I could make your hard song sound soft

Ayy, new song, well, it's good with the sound off

Ayy, BOTY poppin' off, how come?

Ayy, big racks, what it ends as an outcome

Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, yeah

Shawty got on ISSEY like that

Text back in ten days, my bad

Busy got a headache, jet lag

Woah, ayy, woah, ayy

Woah, switch flows, then I switch goals

Switch clothes off the rack like it been old

Rappers claim that they free but they been sold

I can't fold under pressure or be told

Tame on my name bitch Nada

Came from the phase of wearing Prada

Now I spill sauce all on my clothes

Still don't give a single fuck bitch, bye bye

Bitch, bye bye

Bye, bye

Bitch, bye bye

Bye, bye (Bitch!)

ISSEY, ISSEY, ISSEY

ISSEY MIYAKE, my fit, ayy

ISSEY, ISSEY, ISSEY

ISSEY MIYAKE, my fit, ayy

ISSEY, ISSEY, ISSEY

ISSEY MIYAKE, my fit, ayy

ISSEY, ISSEY, ISSEY

ISSEY MIYAKE, my fit, ayy

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