Keisha Lyrics

(Arjayonthebeat)

Shawty she forgein still working a visa

She turning to freak when get her off tequila

Told her throw it back I was the receiver

Bouta hit the jeweler tell 'em get it out the freezer

Told her open up I'm getting in between her

I do what I did now you can go and keep her

You said you slid thru but I ain't never seen ya

I'm the pope in the booth i'm mf preacher

I be preaching like mf pope

In the hood man I give these niggas hope

I ain't going outside without my pole

You owe me money? You better pay what you owe

You on the gram living a life that you don't

When I fuck yea she tell me you a joke

Ain't had the burner so he know he getting poked

Oh they sleep well i'm bouta have em woke

Told my bitch to put my gas and hit the ATM

I got the gas imma ship em out to AT

You ain't eyeballing shit you better get a scale

From the City of Angels and give em hell

From the City of Angels but I hang with demons

That boy ended up missing they asking have you seen him?

That a nigga pussy every month I know he bleeding

I had to wake these niggas up cause they was dreaming

I told momma that I got what it takes

I took a lost but I learn from my mistakes

I'm on my lawn and im looking for the snakes

Yea they sleeping til I leave they ass awake

I be partaking in some things you can't partake

It's real niggas that i'm with no debate

My pockets fat so they don't need to get in shape

Free the guys man I hope that they escape