Keisha & Becky (Remix)

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm 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 ass, 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 shit, I can't stop it Baby, arch your back and slide on it Try hit chest, necks, 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 babe, that's my don-don Very selective, select it 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 dick 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 number 'cause I don't wanna talk 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 ass, 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 dicky And I didn't wanna holla at Becky So I went Brighton and holla'd at Brittany 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 J 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, shit den, wanna take wood cah I'm popping 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 bredring 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 when figured Then I go home, eat bariis and hilib African girl arch back I wan' 'it-it, pounded yam with okra or spinach Snapchat, Camden boy, you're all image White girl, Soul Food, Gaucho, Nobu Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm 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 ass, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Jay S, Jay S They ain't made for the shit, they're soft I've done future, first think last Only man want talk about drill They do drill rap but ain't got no heart All the things man seen and done in the field Nigga 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 the 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 bumsi (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 for my life that they ride In front the jakes so the whole tings done Big up my chocolate darling, true say, she lost the plot 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 And Keisha mad cah she's on 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? (Mhm-mhm) Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky