Keisha & Becky (Remix)

歌词
Very ***y, Keisha, Becky
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' de bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very ***y, Keisha, Becky
Like baby, stop it
Everything's mad if I slap this rocket
Fit like ten bags in Amiri pockets
I love this s**t, I can't stop it
Baby arch your back and slide on it
Try hit chest, necks, belly or back
Man a big man till he rats on tax
Very ***y gyallie Steffy (Bullet)
Baby, shake up your bum-bum (Shake it)
Don't have *** without condoms (Nah)
Cali spliff lookin' Hong Kong (Loud)
I don't pry big girl, that's my don-don
V-v-v-very selective
Select it, go on, eject it
The way he ran off, he meant it
Yo
Both hands on the bat when I tap it
Grab it and slap it, Becky, you're savage
Let me show you a magic trick
You can have this **** after that man vanish
(Two milfs) Two milfs in the whip
Bro-bro said he wanted a bit, told him I can manage
This baby face an advantage
Man still show a big girl what a man is
Givin' my screw face, you can't be staring
What you expect when your skirts so short?
Out here twerkin', gone past caring
She went out cheating, the girl got caught
Stepped in the place all shiny
I don't have a chain man, glow when I walk
D-d-don't phone if you wastin' my time
Got me changing my line 'cause I don't wanna talk
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' de bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very ***y, Keisha, Becky
How many Ls did I take this year
And how many times did I buck your chicky?
Had a cap on my head like 50 when I gave wood to
Your girl, that's *****
And I didn't wanna holler at Becky
So I went Brighton and hollered at Britney
And how many chicks did I swipe?
Top of my head, I think about fifty
And I don't really wanna hear nonsense
Man sent one text to your female,
Now the bad B come lookin' like custard
Slim ting with a back come DL
Give her back shot 2-2, now she loved it
And the ting come quick like an email mate
Road don got brain and he cuffed it
JAY bun up the place like a mosh pit
Viral, now I got fans in Boston
2-step to the dance all saucy,
One gun lean, man did it like Russ did
And everybody wanna link Keisha,
Becky, ease up likkle man, stop it
Bad B from kway called Lisa,
Ship dem wanna take wood cah I'm poppin'
Every day I give thanks for the blessings
But I repent for numerous cheffings
If you saw the way that I kweffed him,
Man I weren't shocked that his bredren left him
Bet they thought the last verse
Was a fluke ting for my broski inside for some bootins
Man I'm boasy, spent racks on a cuban
All my light skins, brown skins, they all cute tings
Man, I love to wild spendin' figures
Then I go home, meet Maurice and Ilib
African girl arch back, I waan hit it
Pound di jam with ucka or spin it
Snapchat Camden boy, your whole image
White girl, so foo
Got your numboo
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' de bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very ***y, Keisha, Becky
JS, JS
They ain't made for this s**t, they're soft
I don't feel your verse, put it last
All these man wanna talk about drill,
They do drill rap, I ain't got no heart
All the things man's seen and done in the field
*****, you won't know the half
And bro told me he just done that bate
So now he's in a petrol bath
Bro backed it, I told him dump off, dump off
Before I back it, they run of
Hit that once, she can't be my lover
HMP so free up my brother
Ambush, I got my block jumpy, jumpy
Gyal on me, man they love me
Two gyal, who's holdin' this brucky?
Oh my God, look at that bumsy
See my guy got back from the chingin'
The grind don't stop till we see this dough
I told bro just slap it in reverse
With a petrol can and burn them clothes
A9 got caught with a grub, oh my,
So it's lookin' like 2, do 1
And I pray on my life that I ride
In front of the jakes or the whole tings done
B-b-big up my chocolate darling
True say that she lost the plot
Doin' up, doin' up Gucci gang with her nails on fleek,
Yeah she whips that pot
My bro just rid in a 'am, take that to the OT spot
And I was 15
When we had the whole 9 block lookin' like Wizard of Oz
See, back the beef, you get got
G9 side, we're on top, B
Becky come and then slop
Me and Keisha man 'cause she's on me
Back the beef, you get got
G9 side, we're on top
B-Becky come and then slop
Me and Keisha man
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' de bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very ***y, Keisha, Becky
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1.Keisha & Becky (Remix)