Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keisha, artist - Dave East. Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keisha |
| I cannot believe it |
| I cannot believe it |
| Real life, though |
| I cannot |
| I cannot believe it |
| Eyes open |
| She from Jamaica, Queens, only came to Harlem to shop |
| Her mother just got a divorce and her father a cop |
| I learned this about 10 minutes in the conversation |
| I’m thinking I don’t even know you, why that information? |
| My head was racin', I’m pacin' back and forth |
| Asked her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to meet ya |
| She said she never fucked with nobody from Harlem |
| I’ve got homies from south side, I figured I would call them |
| I found out exact locations and where she grew up |
| Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, then he blew up |
| She used to play with credit cards and line niggas at night clubs |
| Fucked a couple niggas but left 'em cause she ain’t like love |
| I was down in Flight Club, Keisha text me like «What you doing?» |
| «I scuffed up my retro’s, I’m bout to cop some new ones» |
| She said she at the Mandarin Oriental in Columbus circle |
| She got some sour but she wanted purple |
| I told her later we can link up |
| I called my youngin Conner bring an eighth to her |
| He plotting on taking her |
| Funny lil' nigga, but fuck it, that’s how we raised |
| If it ain’t wifey than all the homies can play |
| Back to Keisha, she black but had them Spanish features |
| Five seven, most these niggas would plan to keep her |
| I got that drop from my homie that knew her, he went to school with her |
| Said he used to be cool with her, but he ain’t fuck her though |
| Con' callin' me, I forgot to text him the address |
| I’m going through some other shit, honestly got me mad stressed |
| If Con' delivered that, we 'bout to meet |
| I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it’s over |
| Now it’s rosé, henny, rosé, henny |
| Strippers all over me, I ain’t throwing a penny |
| Got a text from Keisha, «I'm in room 17C |
| I know your with your homies now but later come and see me» |
| I’m rollied out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it right |
| I’m hearing niggas talking like, «That's Dave East, that nigga nice» |
| Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack mine |
| Unless I want 'em harsher, please don’t no one bother |
| I called my driver and told him take me to midtown |
| Had to stop for condoms cause raw ain’t the way I get down |
| He dropped me off, I told him «Park it and don’t leave yet |
| Let me see what this bitch about, something I gotta figure out» |
| I’m in the 'tele, I hit the elevator blunted |
| Stumbling, just hennessey and rosé up in my stomach |
| Figure we fuckin' and then order some room service |
| I knocked twice, she opened the door but so nervous |
| Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was ready though |
| Came up out of everything, R. Kelly on the radio |
| Slim waist, Hershey chocolate skin, ass heavy though |
| On everything, I fucked this bitch delirious, shit Eddie know |
| Henny taking over, we passed out, at least I did |
| 15,000 in my balmain’s, I’m lackin' |
| I put my rollie in the dresser with like four chains |
| My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to make calls |
| Condom box of 3-pack, I used two of them |
| Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club just ruined 'em |
| Something told me wake up, I checked the bed |
| Nothin' but pillows and cover, I had to shake my head |
| I checked me jeans, every dollar gone, that’s 15k |
| All my chains and my rollie missing |
| I put my shit on, looking for my phone, that shit was gone too |
| I’m ready to kill Keisha, what the fuck I’m gon' do? |
| I told myself I wasn’t drinking, why the fuck I get bent? |
| And how the fuck I get robbed? |
| I ran out, my driver sleep I woke him up like «You ain’t see that bitch |
| Brown skin, thick, probably moving on some schemin' shit?» |
| He telling me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call |
| I cannot believe this shit, can’t wait until I see this bitch |
| This for every nigga that be slippin' cause he think he rich |
| Keisha you a sneaky bitch, called shooter I’ma need the grip |
| Fuck |
| I cannot believe this bitch robbed me |
| I cannot believe it |
| I cannot believe it |
| I cannot believe this bitch robbed me |
| If I catch her I ain’t tryna hear I’m sorry |
| I cannot believe this bitch robbed me |
| I cannot believe it |
| I cannot believe it |
| I cannot believe this bitch robbed me |
| If I catch her I ain’t tryna hear I’m sorry |
| I cannot believe this bitch robbed me |
| I cannot believe it |
| I cannot believe it |
| Fuck |