Christo Amp & BrentZakie - Keisha

The champ is here
Smokin' on gas (Gas), smokin' on kill
Fuckin' ya bitch, she wanna chill
Poppin' these percs, poppin' these pills
Countin' this cheese (Yea), gettin' these bills
Pull up in a Range Rov', chopper sing, do the tango (Yea)
Eat the pussy like a mango (Yea), where chains feel like Djnago (Yea)
I'm wettin' your bitch (Yea), pullin' her friends (Yea), pull up the whip (Yea)
They hop in the Benz (Yea), poppin' these tabs (Yea), floss with the trend (Yea)(Bitch)
Bitches they bad, you know that they ten, yeaa, yea, ouu, yeaa
Fuckin' that bitch, ouu, yeaa, water my wrist, ouu, yeaa (Water, water)
Water that bitch, ouu, yeaa, my wrist, ouu, yeaa (Flex)
My diamonds they kiss, ouu, yeaa, my diamonds they glis', ouu, yeaa
My bitches they kiss, ouu, yeaa, She swallow the dick, ouu, yeaa
Lost then a bitch, ouu, yeaa, sauce and drip, ouu, yeaa (Flex)
My diamonds they kiss, ouu, yeaa, water your bitch, ouu, yeaa
Nut on that bitch, ouu, yeaa, play with your bitch, ouu, yeaa (Play with your bitch)
Play with my bitch? (Play with my bitch?), ouu, yeaa, play with your bitch, ouu, yeaa (Play with you bitch)
My diamonds they kiss (Diamonds they kiss), ouu, yeaa, water my wrist, ouu, yeaa (Water my wrist)
Blowin' on Keisha (Smokin' on Keish')
Lowkey finna roll leaf up (Rollin' the leaf)
Need a box of woods when I reup (Rollin' the reefer)
Smokin' back to back big chiefers (Big chief)
Blowin' on Keisha (Smokin' on Keish')
Lowkey finna roll leaf up (Leaf)
Need a box of woods when I reup (Yea)
Smokin' back to back big chiefers
Champ
Eat my an edi' then smoke out the bag
Ed, Edd, n Eddy, boys makin' me laugh
Smokin' on hash but, I don't smoke no dab
Cops on my ass then I'm hittin' the gas
Don't fuck with niggas 'cause most of 'em lame
Don't think we cool just 'cause you know my name
Cuttin' off niggas, won't see 'em again
Cut off bitches when they start playin' games
This ain't no runner up, this is The Champ
Christo the god, got the world in my hands
Superhero flow, R.I.P. to Stan
Bruh, I really stunt call me Jackie Chan (waaa)
Don't Rush my Hour I'm Chris but, no Tucker
Walked in the club and stepped in with no cover
Smokin' in foreign with my brother
Cambo in a Hemi burnin' rubber (skrt)
Bruh, I want them dollars, them bucks
Then bitches start followin' us
I God we trust, trustin' that it's goin' up
Takin' this leaf to the lung
Sippin' this lean 'til I'm stuck
Backwood as big as my thumb
Makin' this bread and I'll save you the crumbs
Blowin' on Keisha (Smokin' on Keish)
Lowkey finna roll leaf up (Rollin' the leaf)
Need a box of woods when I reup (Rollin' the reefer)
Smokin' back to back big chiefers (Big chief)
Blowin' on Keisha (Smokin' on Keish)
Lowkey finna roll leaf up (Leaf)
Need a box of woods when I reup (Yea)
Smokin' back to back big chiefers
Blowin' on Keisha (Smokin' on Keish)
Lowkey finna roll leaf up (Rollin' the leaf)
Need a box of woods when I reup (Rollin' the reefer)
Smokin' back to back big chiefers (Big chief)
Blowin' on Keisha (Smokin' on Keish)
Lowkey finna roll leaf up (Leaf)
Need a box of woods when I reup (Yea)
Smokin' back to back big chiefers
Smokin' on Keish)
(Rollin' the leaf)
(Rollin' the reefer)
(Big chief)
(Smokin' on Keish)
(Leaf)
(Yea)

Written by:
Brent Pradia, Christopher Amponsah

Publisher:
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