Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

I believe it
I cannot it
Real though
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She from Jamaica, Queens, only to Harlem to shop
Her mother just got a and her father a cop
I learned this about 10 in the conversation
I'm I don't even know you, why that information?
My head was racin', I'm pacin' and forth
Asked her for her number, her name Keisha, to meet ya
She said she never fucked nobody from Harlem
I've got homies from south side, I figured I call them
I exact locations and where she grew up
Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, then he up
She used to play credit cards and line niggas at night clubs
Fucked a couple niggas but left 'em she ain't like love
I was down in Flight Club, Keisha text me "What you doing?"
"I scuffed up my retro's, I'm bout to cop new ones"
She said she at the Mandarin Oriental in Columbus
She got some but she wanted purple
I her later we can link up
I my youngin Conner bring an eighth to her
He on taking her
Funny lil' nigga, but it, that's how we raised
If it ain't wifey than all the can play
Back to Keisha, she black but had them features
Five seven, most these would plan to keep her
I got that drop from my homie knew her, he went to school with her
Said he used to be cool her, but he ain't fuck her though
Con' me, I forgot to text him the address
I'm going some other shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If Con' delivered that, we to meet
I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it's
Now it's rosé, henny, rosé,
Strippers all over me, I ain't a penny
Got a from Keisha, "I'm in room 17C
I know with your homies now but later come and see me"
I'm out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it right
I'm hearing niggas like, "That's Dave East, that nigga nice"
Wayno me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack mine
Unless I want 'em harsher, please no one bother
I called my driver and told him me to midtown
Had to stop for condoms cause raw ain't the way I get
He me off, I told him "Park it and don't leave yet
Let me see what this about, something I gotta figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the blunted
Stumbling, just hennessey and rosé in my
we fuckin' and then order some room service
I twice, she opened the door but so nervous
Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was ready
Came up out of everything, R. Kelly on the
Slim waist, Hershey skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I fucked this bitch delirious, shit Eddie
Henny over, we passed out, at least I did
15,000 in my balmain's, I'm
I put my rollie in the dresser like four chains
My id and my cards, iPhone 6 to make calls
box of 3-pack, I used two of them
Brand new sneakers, the club just ruined 'em
Something me wake up, I checked the bed
but pillows and cover, I had to shake my head
I checked me jeans, every gone, that's 15k
All my chains and my missing
I put my shit on, for my phone, that shit was gone too
I'm ready to kill Keisha, the fuck I'm gon' do?
I myself I wasn't drinking, why the fuck I get bent?
And how the I get robbed?
I ran out, my driver sleep I woke him up like "You ain't see bitch
Brown skin, thick, probably on some schemin' shit?"
He me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I cannot believe shit, can't wait until I see this bitch
This for every that be slippin' cause he think he rich
Keisha you a bitch, called shooter I'ma need the grip

I believe this bitch robbed me
I cannot it
I cannot it
I cannot this bitch robbed me
If I catch her I ain't tryna I'm sorry
I believe this bitch robbed me
I cannot it
I cannot it
I believe this bitch robbed me
If I her I ain't tryna hear I'm sorry
I cannot believe bitch robbed me
I cannot it
I believe it