文本歌词

Lyrics by：Russ splash/Tion Wayne/Gotcha/Aitch/Swarmz/Sav'o/JAY1
Composed by：Russ splash/Tion Wayne/Gotcha/Aitch/Swarmz/Sav'o/JAY1
Very sexy Keisha Becky
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 what the bomba
Drip like my chain shake that a*s 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 s**t 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 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 your girl- that's my don-don
Very selective selected 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 d**k 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 line
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 a*s 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 d**ky
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
Make bell don 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 everyone wanna link keisha becky
Ease up likkle man stop it
Bad b from kway called lisa
S**t 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
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 a*s it's insane
Very sexy keisha becky
Jay s jay s
They ain't made for the s**t 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
N***a 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
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 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
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 a*s
It's insane
Very sexy keisha becky