Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LA Lisa , by - SiR. Release date: 29.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
LA Lisa |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Right, I’ma stack these up right |
| 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 belive 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 |