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lightskinkeisha - on my shit كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
run it up, get it up, run it up, got it
lil’ b-tch

[verse 1]
f-ck what they say, man, i went out and did it, and went out and get it, and went out and got it
then made it fit in like a plug in a socket
whipping through traffic, and touching and rocking
all them blue faces busting out the wallet
all my b-tches bust it open for papi
all my n-gg-s shake it up and then lock it
all my n-gg-s whip it up and then rock it
i’m running back and forth, up, down the interstate
i don’t do dinner dates
i need that chemistry, i need that energy
i sent that b-tch to look out for my enemy
longest making money, y’all need a remedy
1940 2 shot, he want a hennessy
see me in drip, with a whole new ident-ty
seen him one time, he said do you remember me
he wanna give me that dough like a kennedy
making money like it’s ten of me
drum on that draco, no symphony
dude in l.a. tryna send for me
he tryna put it way up where my kidney be
n-gg- you kidding me
n-gg- you sh-tting me
you chilling and shouldn’t be
i’m tryna run it way up where the ceiling be
diamonds on me, cost a pretty penny
n-gg- shining, and i mean that literally
vvs got them strippers naked in my section, that sh-t looking glittery
heavy artillery
you b-tches ain’t k!lling me
presidential like hillary
lightskin the keisha, you b-tches remember me

[chorus]
right back on my sh-t
then i’m right back on my sh-t
then i’m right back on my sh-t
then i’m right back on my sh-t

[verse 2]
we the new [?] of flexing the frontal, these b-tches to subtle, these b-tches to humble
we break down that wood and then we gon’ get crumble
run to that money right after the huddle
i don’t lay up, i don’t have time to cuddle
i don’t do back and forths, ain’t no reb-ttal
walk in chanel, and i grab me a couple
i’m tryna load up them racks in my duffle
i’m tryna show these b-tches how to hustle
i’m tryna show them you have to have muscle
i’m tryna show them you have to get busy
lightskinkeisha baddest b-tch in the city
talking that sh-t, she get split like a [?]
hop on that d-ck and ride out like a wheelie
i need that bank account filled up with millis
i got a bunch of stars all on my ceilings

[chorus]
right back on my sh-t
yeah, then i’m right back on my sh-t
then i’m right back on my sh-t
yeah, then i’m right back on my sh-t

[outro]
yeah, yeah
right- right back on my sh-t
then i’m right back on my sh-t
yeah
right- right back on my sh-t

- lightskinkeisha

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