Keisha & Becky(Remix)

歌詞

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm 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' the bomba? Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Like baby stop it, everything's mad if I slap this rocket Fit like ten bags in AMIRI pockets I love this shit, I can't stop it Baby, arch your back and slide on it Try hit chest, neck, belly or back Manna big man, twenty racks on tax Very sexy, yelly, Steffy Baby shake up your bum-bum Don't have sex without condoms Cali spliff looking Hong Kong I don't pipe your girl-, that's my don-don Very selective, selected corn, eject it The way he ran off, he meant it Yo, both hands on the back when I tap it, grab it and slap it, Becky a savage Lemme show you a magic trick, you can have this dick after that man vanish Two MILFs in a whip, bro-bro said he wanted a bit, told him he can manage This baby face an advantage, man still show a big girl what a man is Give her my screw face, she caught me staring, what do you expect when your skirt's so short? Out here twerking, 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 Don't phone if you're wasting 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' the bomba? Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky How many L's 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 dicky And I didn't wanna holla at Becky, so I went Brighton and holla'd 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 send one text to your female, now the bad B come looking like custard Slim t'ic with the back come detail, give her back shot, two-two, now she loved it And the ting come quick like a e-mail, mate well done, got brain and he cuffed it JAY bun up the place like a moshpit, viral, now I got fans in Boston Two stepped 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, shit den, wanna take wood cah I'm poppin' Everyday 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 bredrin left him Bet they thought the last verse was a fluke ting, free my broski inside for some bootings Man, I'm boasy, spend racks on a Cuban and my lightskin, brownskin or cute tings Man I love to go west, spend figures, then I go home, eat bariis and hilib African girl arch back, I wan' 'it-it, pounded yam with okra or spinach Snapchat-cam them boy you're all image White girl, Soul Food, Gaucho, Nobu Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm 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' the bomba? Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky JS, JS They ain't made for the shit, they're soft I done drill first, think last All these man wan' talk 'bout drill, they do drill rap but ain't got no heart All the things man seen and done in the field, nigga you won't know the half And bro told me he just done that bait, so now he's in a petrol bath Bro backed it, I told him dump off, dump off, before I back it, they run off Hit that once, you can't be my lover, HMP, free up my brother Ambush I got my block jumpy, jumpy, gyal on me, man they love me Two gyal, who's holding this brucky? Oh my god, look at that bumsy See my guy got bagged for the chinging, the grind don't stop so we see this dough I told bro just slap it in reverse with a petrol can and burn them clothes A9 got caught with the grub, oh my, so he's looking like two do one And I pray on my life that they ride in front the jakes so the whole tings done Big up my chocolate darling, true say that she lost the plot Doing up-Doing up Gucci gang with her nails on fleek as she whips that pot My bro just reading the amm, take that to the OT spot Like we was fifteen when we had the whole 9 block like Wizard of Oz See, back the beef, you get got g Nine side, we're on top b Becky come and then slop me And Keisha mad cah she's on me Back the beef, you get got g Nine side, we're on top b Becky come and then slop me And Keisha... 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' the bomba? Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky