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