| Keisha was 16 when she turned her first date
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| She felt like nobody loved her, man her heart was full of hate
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| She had a baby but it died on her
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| She don’t fuck with her family 'cause everybody either hated or they lied on her
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| Her mama was a ho, her auntie was a ho (Ho)
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| And daddy was a pimp so she figured that’s how it go
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| She fucked a trick and she was sick because the condom had broke
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| Her pimp got her on coke, she smoke a lot of that dope, ah
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| She said trappin' up in Vegas gettin' old to her
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| She tryna touch all fifty states, now that’s a whole tour
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| Look, she went to jail from her hotel
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| Now her pimp scared, askin', «Man, what if the ho tell?»
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| Look, 'cause he done beat her ass over fifty times
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| He know that any time could be the time she’ll drop a dime
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| 'Cause Keisha came home with a black eye
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| She got in trouble, she wasn’t supposed to date a black guy
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| Tryna escape from the stress and all the pain she endure
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| All she know how to do was ho and that shit hurt to the core, ayy
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| But Keisha get the bag, though |
| She done put niggas on they feet and still got dogged, that shit be weak, look
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| And she know that she can do it on her own
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| But she got the mind of a queen, she want a king at her throne
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| And Keisha a good bitch but she got faggot ways
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| She only made like eight hundred, she ain’t mad 'cause she had badder days
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| Tired of givin' up her money and ain’t seein' shit from it
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| And then go broke, that shit feel like a kick in the stomach
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| But she can’t run from it
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| She even tried to get a nine to five
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| She said that money ain’t no money, she was killin' time
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| She tried slidin' cars, that didn’t work, no
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| She tried sellin' dope, that didn’t work, no
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| BackPage gone, now she lost
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| She tryna blow up on her P and go and choose up on a boss
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| Now her love’s broken down, down, down
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| She don’t know which way to go
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| Her love’s broken down, down, down
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| She knows it’s the end of the road
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| Her love’s broken down
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| Keisha hella older, got a nigga now
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| She had a baby by him, he don’t pimp, he be sellin' pounds
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| But Keisha, she a ho, man that’s all she really know |
| Soon as they went broke he sent her ass to the four, ayy
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| Her son watchin' his daddy beat his mama down
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| And now he got hate for that nigga, he wanna gun him down
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| But her ex-pimp caught that nigga slippin'
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| Man, he hit him with a stick, that nigga was really trippin', look
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| She don’t know that she the reason that he died
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| Man, she broken down, it’s really killin' her inside
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| Man, she dropped to her knees and asked God for help
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| Her baby daddy gone, she feel like she can’t do it herself, look
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| She tried with other niggas, that ain’t work, no
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| She tried bein' gay, that didn’t work, no
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| Keisha feel like fuck it, she ain’t fuckin' with the world
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| 'Cause she lost her baby daddy and she lost her lil' girl
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| Now her love’s broken down, down, down
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| She don’t know which way to go
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| Her love’s broken down, down, down
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| She knows it’s the end of the road
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| Her love’s broken down
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| Her love’s broken down, down, down
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| She don’t know which way to go
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| Her love’s broken down, down, down
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| She knows it’s the end of the road
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| Her love’s broken down |
| Broken down, broken down
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| Broken down, broken down |