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TUNA Video (MV)




Performed By: L1FEL1NE
Language: English
Length: 1:34
Written by: Ray Dobbs




L1FEL1NE - TUNA Lyrics




Bitch smell like tuna had to tell her ass to go away
What you thought you finna do I don't think you gone do today
I'm in love with drugs, my bad bitch, and some money mane
Don't accept bitcoin, I don't like how the rates change
Said she need some cash, I told her do an application
Throwing cashapp cards in the sky, call it makin' payments
Rain rain, call this real precipitation
Bang bang, feelin' like a western in the making
Cuz her man can tell she want me and he think he got a baddie
I ain't even stressin', boo done rolled me up a fatty
Ion't even speak, why he ask me why I'm chatty
Lorena Bobbitt his ass now he known around as Kathy
Slip him that Cupid, nah we don't want this bitch
Don't they say if it smell like fish you do what you wish
Well, I wish to leave
Might send y'all a wedding gift
A care package filled with body wash and deodorant
Silly hoes know better than to slide through
I got a curveball that'll knock some screws loose
Money on ya head like you got a f*ckin' loose tooth
Fugly bitch on ya arm but I can't tell whose who

Shit rude
And I don't give a f*ck
L1FEL1NE, bitch, yeah
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Bitch smell like tuna had to tell her ass to go away
What you thought you finna do I don't think you gone do today
I'm in love with drugs, my bad bitch, and some money mane
Don't accept bitcoin, I don't like how the rates change
Said she need some cash, I told her do an application
Throwing cashapp cards in the sky, call it makin' payments
Rain rain, call this real precipitation
Bang bang, feelin' like a western in the making
Cuz her man can tell she want me and he think he got a baddie
I ain't even stressin', boo done rolled me up a fatty
Ion't even speak, why he ask me why I'm chatty
Lorena Bobbitt his ass now he known around as Kathy
Slip him that Cupid, nah we don't want this bitch
Don't they say if it smell like fish you do what you wish
Well, I wish to leave
Might send y'all a wedding gift
A care package filled with body wash and deodorant
Silly hoes know better than to slide through
I got a curveball that'll knock some screws loose
Money on ya head like you got a f*ckin' loose tooth
Fugly bitch on ya arm but I can't tell whose who

Shit rude
And I don't give a f*ck
L1FEL1NE, bitch, yeah
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Writer: Ray Dobbs
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