LA Lisa (feat. Smino)

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    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
    No, it ain't a question, not even an issue

    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

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    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

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