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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SiR
SiR
Vocals
Smino
Smino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bradford Tidwell
Bradford Tidwell
Songwriter
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Darryl Farris
Darryl Farris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SiR
SiR
Mixing Engineer
Bradford Tidwell
Bradford Tidwell
Producer
D.K. The Punisher
D.K. The Punisher
Producer
Brandon Wood
Brandon Wood
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

No, it ain't a question, not even an issue Nobody knows you like I know ya You grew up on Queen Street Your dad is a gangsta but he's gettin' older You was in love with the street life Used to seein' niggas, tuckin' the heat right Loud parties and street fights Hangin' with the players, got caught in the game Now you're in need of seating, but ain't we all the same? I thought if we make it out alive You might kiss up on my side, yeah (My side, my side) Guess we'll have to wait and see If you'll find your way to me La Lisa La Lisa La Lisa I need ya Right, I'ma stack these upright That's my cuz, so he gangbang But I don't claim shit, nah, no baggage, not even a briefcase You more street than me, but (Nah) Don't leave me strung out this way Get a little ratchet, stay over color, your box Don't tell your daddy, he might go Crayola (I heard the nigga just got out) Hurry up and come outside I got the whip parked, it's 'bout to get dark I'm talkin' Wesley, and we out West, you know it be Sit these niggas on your block And I came through dolo this time, on a solo this time Like CeCe Winans, not whinin', but Not finna play with you, I'm tryna skate with you Like T.I. in the Louis on the couch late at night like Fallon I fall in, she got used to them scripts, yeah, all written Darlin', Miss Lisa, she a moaner So bad, put your ass in the moment Yes, put that on my mama Pour Moët, it's a moment She finally sent to my house Hit the weed and act like a geese, it made me speak Portuguese Didn't even know I could Been wantin' this for a while We keep it between you and me, capisce, ah, Lisa La Lisa La Lisa La Lisa I need ya I can't believe this nigga ain't call me back Ol' Chief Keef head ass, Mekhi Phifer of "8 Mile" lookin' head ass He ain't call me back? (I can't believe this) I bet he don't even write his songs Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout he the king of R&B That nigga can't even move like Usher Ain't Chris workin' on something? (He trippin') Mm-hmm, pssh I thought we had a good time Well I had a good time, that weed was fire bro
Writer(s): Dionisio Paez Martinez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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