Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha [Explicit]

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I believe it
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She from Jamaica, Queens, only came to Harlem to
Her mother just got a divorce and her a cop
I this about 10 minutes in the conversation
I'm thinking I don't even you, why that information?
My was racin', I'm pacin' back and forth
Asked her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to ya
She she never fucked with nobody from Harlem
I've got homies 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 used to play with credit cards and line at night clubs
Fucked a couple niggas but 'em cause 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 to cop some new ones"
She said she at the Mandarin Oriental in Columbus
She got some but she wanted purple
I told her later we can up
I called my Conner bring an eighth to her
He plotting on her
Funny lil' nigga, but it, that's how we raised
If it ain't than all the homies can play
to Keisha, she black but had them Spanish features
Five seven, most these niggas would to keep her
I got that drop my homie that 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 it's over
Now it's rosé, henny, rosé,
Strippers all over me, I throwing a penny
Got a text Keisha, "I'm in room 17C
I know your with your homies now but later and see me"
I'm rollied out, sky dweller, the light it right
I'm hearing niggas talking like, "That's Dave East, that nice"
Wayno me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack mine
I want 'em harsher, please don't no one bother
I my driver and told him take me to midtown
Had to stop for condoms raw ain't the way I get down
He me off, I told him "Park it and don't leave yet
Let me see what this bitch about, I gotta figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the elevator
Stumbling, just hennessey and rosé in my
Figure we fuckin' and then order room service
I twice, she opened the door but so nervous
Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was though
Came up out of everything, R. Kelly on the
Slim waist, chocolate skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I this bitch delirious, shit Eddie know
taking over, we passed out, at least I did
15,000 in my balmain's, I'm
I put my rollie in the dresser with like four
My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to make
Condom box of 3-pack, I two of them
Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club just 'em
told me wake up, I checked the bed
Nothin' but and cover, I had to shake my head
I me jeans, every dollar gone, that's 15k
All my chains and my rollie
I put my shit on, looking for my phone, that shit was too
I'm ready to Keisha, what the fuck I'm gon' do?
I told myself I 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 that
Brown skin, thick, probably on some schemin' shit?"
He telling me that he was sleeping, waiting on my call
I cannot believe this shit, can't wait I see this bitch
This for nigga that be slippin' cause he think he rich
Keisha you a sneaky bitch, 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 hear I'm
I cannot believe this bitch me
I believe it
I believe it
I cannot believe this robbed me
If I catch her I tryna hear I'm sorry
I cannot this bitch robbed me
I believe it
I believe it