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She from Jamaica, Queens, only to Harlem to shop Her just got a divorce and her father a cop I learned this about 10 minutes in the I'm thinking I don't know you, why that information? My head was racin', I'm pacin' back and Asked her for her number, her Keisha, nice to meet ya She said she never with nobody from Harlem I've got from south side, I figured I would call them I found exact and where she grew up Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, then he up She to play with credit cards and line niggas at night clubs Fucked a couple niggas but left 'em cause she ain't love I was in Flight Club, Keisha text me like "What you doing?" "I up my retro's, I'm bout to cop some new ones" She she at the Mandarin Oriental in Columbus circle She got some but she wanted purple I her later we can link up I called my Conner bring an eighth to her He on taking her Funny lil' nigga, but fuck it, that's how we If it ain't wifey all the homies can play to Keisha, she black but had them Spanish features Five seven, these niggas would plan to keep her I got that drop from my homie that knew her, he went to with her Said he used to be cool with her, but he ain't her though Con' me, I forgot to text him the address I'm going some other shit, honestly got me mad stressed If delivered that, we 'bout to meet I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it's Now rosé, henny, rosé, henny Strippers all me, I ain't throwing 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 talking like, "That's Dave East, that nice" Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, I pack mine Unless I want 'em harsher, please no one bother I called my and told him take me to midtown Had to for condoms cause raw ain't the way I get down He me off, I told him "Park it and don't leave yet Let me see this bitch about, something I gotta figure out" I'm in the 'tele, I hit the blunted Stumbling, hennessey and rosé in my stomach Figure we fuckin' and then order some service I knocked twice, she opened the 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 chocolate skin, ass though On everything, I fucked this delirious, shit Eddie know Henny taking over, we passed out, at I did 15,000 in my balmain's, I'm I put my rollie in the dresser with like chains My id and my bank cards, 6 to make calls Condom box of 3-pack, I two of them Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club ruined 'em Something told me up, I checked the bed Nothin' but and cover, I had to shake my head I checked me jeans, dollar gone, that's 15k All my chains and my rollie I put my shit on, looking for my phone, that was gone too I'm ready to kill Keisha, what the fuck I'm do? I told myself I wasn't drinking, why the I get bent? And how the fuck I get I ran out, my driver sleep I him up like "You ain't see that bitch Brown skin, thick, moving on some schemin' shit?" He telling me he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call I cannot believe this shit, wait until I see this bitch This for every nigga that be cause he think he rich Keisha you a sneaky bitch, called shooter need the grip
I cannot believe this bitch me I cannot it I believe it I cannot believe this robbed me If I catch her I ain't tryna I'm sorry I cannot believe bitch robbed me I believe it I cannot it I cannot this bitch robbed me If I catch her I tryna hear I'm sorry I cannot believe this robbed me I cannot it I believe it