Bro4gb - Keisha (feat. Big 52)

Got a bitch named Keisha
She a real dick pleaser
Shawty tryna fuck ima throw her to my people
Pull up with the gang
We some fucking grim reapers
She sucked the head off like Jeepers Creepers
Got a bitch named Keisha
She a real dick pleaser
Shawty tryna fuck ima throw her to my people
Pull up with the gang
We some fucking grim reapers
She sucked the head off like Jeepers Creepers
How you doing
How you doing
My name GB its nice to meet ya
I don't fuck with these new niggas
So I don't want ya feature
I got yo bitch bent over Ouuu
You wanna fuck with that bitch
She for the crew
Aye I'm Goo
Lit, Lit times two
With my dude Big 52
Oh you mad
Cause you ain't got a bag
Damn that shit sad
I remember when I ain't have a bag
I remember everybody put me last
I don't wanna hear it that shit trash
Finger itching I must got a rash
Hop up in the whip and I do the dash
Then I'm gone
And I ain't tryna come back
I don't give a fuck what they talking
Cause a nigga just getting these racks
Got a bitch named Keisha
She a real dick pleaser
Shawty tryna fuck ima throw her to my people
Pull up with the gang
We some fucking grim reapers
She sucked the head off like Jeepers Creepers
Got a bitch named Keisha
She a real dick pleaser
Shawty tryna fuck ima throw her to my people
Pull up with the gang
We some fucking grim reapers
She sucked the head off like Jeepers Creepers
I just smoke a half a pound
Gave the shake to Keisha
Highway I smashed ha
I had to duck the people
This money coming in too fast
My closet full of demons
She damn near sucked a nigga soul
I had to call the preacher
Pray for me
I got them racks ain't got luggage
My nigga be swipe cop drip from him
These bitches be sucking got lips on em
My pockets fatter than titties
She wanna fuck and I'm with it
Call up the gang we can split it
Put a glove on my chain this shit worldwide business
Started a movement like Diddy
Whole time I been improving my richest
I go off the top this shit instant
Me and GB back to back on you bitches
Hoe look at this wrist that bitch water
Look at my chain that bitch water
My diamonds come out the faucet
Ain't talking OJ we gone slaughter ya daughter
Ain't talking OJ we gone slaughter ya daughter
I'm in my zone I'm so unbothered
Why the fuck you wanna bother
She swallow the kids I'm not the father
Now she asking why the fuck I ain't call her
Leave me lone bitch I ain't have a charger
Ain't worried bout no thot, She get blocked quick
Don't come in this bitch we got chopsticks
My nigga might panic he might pop shit
You on that opp shit huh
We don't fuck with that
You gone get popped quick huh
I run with the money
Won't crash I'm not a dummy
Put dick in her tummy
I gotta go, go get some money

Written by:
George Burns

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