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? (Mhm-mhm)
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 (Bullet)
Fit like ten bags in Amiri pockets (Racks)
I love this shit, I can't stop it
Baby, arch your back and slide on it
Try hit chest, necks, belly or back
Manna big man, twenty racks on tax
Very sexy, yelly, Steffy (Bullet)
Baby shake up your bum-bum (Shake it)
Don't have sex without condoms (Nah)
Cali spliff looking Hong Kong (Loud)
I don't pipe babe, that's my don-don
Very selective, select it corn, eject it
The way he ran off, he meant it (Gone)
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 skirts 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 number '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? (Mhm-mhm)
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, 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 Brittany
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
Make bell don got brain and he cuffed it
J 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 everyone wanna link Keisha, Becky, ease up, likkle man stop it
Bad B from kway called Lisa, shit den, wanna take wood cah I'm popping
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 bredring 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 when figured
Then I go home, eat bariis and hilib
African girl arch back
I wan' 'it-it, pounded yam with okra or spinach
Snapchat, Camden 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? (Mhm-mhm)
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Jay S, Jay S
They ain't made for the shit, they're soft
I've done future, first think last
Only man want talk about 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 the 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 bumsi
(Nine-nine-nine)
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 for my life that they ride
In front the jakes so the whole tings done
Big up my chocolate darling, true say, she lost the plot
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 mad cah she's on me
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? (Mhm-mhm)
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
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