| I cannot believe it
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| I cannot believe it
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| Real life, though
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| I cannot
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| I cannot believe it
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| Eyes open
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| She from Jamaica, Queens, only came to Harlem to shop
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| Her mother just got a divorce and her father a cop
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| I learned this about 10 minutes in the conversation
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| I’m thinking I don’t even know you, why that information?
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| My head was racin', I’m pacin' back and forth
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| Asked her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to meet ya
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| She said she never fucked with nobody from Harlem
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| I’ve got homies from south side, I figured I would call them
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| I found out exact locations and where she grew up
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| Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, then he blew up
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| She used to play with credit cards and line niggas at night clubs
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| Fucked a couple niggas but left 'em cause she ain’t like love
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| I was down in Flight Club, Keisha text me like «What you doing?»
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| «I scuffed up my retro’s, I’m bout to cop some new ones»
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| She said she at the Mandarin Oriental in Columbus circle
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| She got some sour but she wanted purple
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| I told her later we can link up
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| I called my youngin Conner bring an eighth to her
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| He plotting on taking her
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| Funny lil' nigga, but fuck it, that’s how we raised
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| If it ain’t wifey than all the homies can play
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| Back to Keisha, she black but had them Spanish features
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| Five seven, most these niggas would plan to keep her
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| I got that drop from my homie that knew her, he went to school with her
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| Said he used to be cool with her, but he ain’t fuck her though
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| Con' callin' me, I forgot to text him the address
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| I’m going through some other shit, honestly got me mad stressed
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| If Con' delivered that, we 'bout to meet
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| I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it’s over
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| Now it’s rosé, henny, rosé, henny
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| Strippers all over me, I ain’t throwing a penny
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| Got a text from Keisha, «I'm in room 17C
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| I know your with your homies now but later come and see me»
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| I’m rollied out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it right
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| I’m hearing niggas talking like, «That's Dave East, that nigga nice»
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| Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack mine
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| Unless I want 'em harsher, please don’t no one bother
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| I called my driver and told him take me to midtown
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| Had to stop for condoms cause raw ain’t the way I get down
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| He dropped me off, I told him «Park it and don’t leave yet
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| Let me see what this bitch about, something I gotta figure out»
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| I’m in the 'tele, I hit the elevator blunted
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| Stumbling, just hennessey and rosé up in my stomach
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| Figure we fuckin' and then order some room service
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| I knocked twice, she opened the door but so nervous
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| Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was ready though
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| Came up out of everything, R. Kelly on the radio
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| Slim waist, Hershey chocolate skin, ass heavy though
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| On everything, I fucked this bitch delirious, shit Eddie know
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| Henny taking over, we passed out, at least I did
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| 15,000 in my balmain’s, I’m lackin'
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| I put my rollie in the dresser with like four chains
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| My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to make calls
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| Condom box of 3-pack, I used two of them
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| Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club just ruined 'em
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| Something told me wake up, I checked the bed
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| Nothin' but pillows and cover, I had to shake my head
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| I checked me jeans, every dollar gone, that’s 15k
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| All my chains and my rollie missing
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| I put my shit on, looking for my phone, that shit was gone too
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| I’m ready to kill Keisha, what the fuck I’m gon' do?
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| I told myself I wasn’t drinking, why the fuck I get bent?
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| And how the fuck I get robbed?
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| I ran out, my driver sleep I woke him up like «You ain’t see that bitch
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| Brown skin, thick, probably moving on some schemin' shit?»
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| He telling me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
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| I cannot believe this shit, can’t wait until I see this bitch
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| This for every nigga that be slippin' cause he think he rich
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| Keisha you a sneaky bitch, called shooter I’ma need the grip
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| Fuck
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| I cannot believe this bitch robbed me
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| I cannot believe it
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| I cannot believe it
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| I cannot believe this bitch robbed me
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| If I catch her I ain’t tryna hear I’m sorry
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| I cannot believe this bitch robbed me
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| I cannot believe it
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| I cannot believe it
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| I cannot believe this bitch robbed me
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| If I catch her I ain’t tryna hear I’m sorry
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| I cannot believe this bitch robbed me
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| I cannot believe it
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| I cannot believe it
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| Fuck |