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keisha remix - successful productions lyrics

ty from the chi:
met a b-tch from the motor city
her name was lisa
lisa had crazy features that have you deep in the bleachers
watchin’ her every move
her walk is smoother than preachers
asking for t-thes and offerings on early mornings of easter
but that’s a side bar shorty was bad
skin brown, mellow accent from trinidad

she looked me in my eyes, she knew i was feenin’ bad
she ‘visioned her legs wrapping my neck like shoulder pads
her legs soakin’, body potent, i’m off the potion
like it was wrotten, she approached me no words were spoken
gave her the line told her hit me up anytime
i’m drippin slime and she see it it ain’t a crime

after the lick she hit me up like what you on
i’m posted in the slot bouta take one to the dome
plus i’m poured up double cup, styrofoam
she wanted to slide thru i could hear it in her tone
end of the tone she wanna roam around nine
i got a lil time under the pillow i tucked the nine
cause lisa was no friend of mine, only a box
and as that thought resonated, at the door i heard a knock yea!

opened the door to lisa
what a pleasure to see ya
antic-p-tion increasing
and the feeling was equal
slim waist, pretty face and the dress it was see through
i’m off the purple and the syrup
so n-gg-s was lethal
hublot on my arm my lucky charm
finessed her out the g and onna land i didn’t smarm
i got inside that p-ssy that kitty was lukewarm
lisa got it crazy until the morn

daydreamer:
somebody let the demons walk the streets
i think its clear to see what they really need
i hope you strap because its you or me
i hope you came prepared because i’ve been losing sleep
never met miss lisa but i met katrina
she was feenin’ for the d-ck, suck me through the seasons
please don’t call it treason but this chick was screamin’
white girl on her knees and she was really pleasin’ yea she was really pleasin’
highly educated, that’s what i was thinking
smoke weed that’s decorated, that’s why i was leanin’
i never saw her blow, i never saw her drinkin’
i never heard the door, you know that sh-t be creepin’

woke up with a fit, hold on where’s my sh-t
where’s this f-ckin’ b-tch? i know she in this sh-t
yellin’ down the hall lookin for this broad
but i’m f-ckin’ hurt from this alcohol
call my n-gg- ty, put that bird in the sky
i told him we’re gonna ride until the day is night
told him get the clip, the one that bruised his hip
told him we gonna flip every zip that’s zipped
imma catch her sleeping where she just sh-t
n-gg-s learn from me, never f-ck a b-tch
if she let you hit when y’all first click
watch your bricks and be quick to grab the strap

come and see what i brought for peace
you never need what you can’t succeed
you always defeated when you accept defeat
sad scene when your momma’s in need
kept my head high and my blunts stuffed
kept the rules known and the booze pourin’
i was out late searchin in the morning
i was in the city i was in the foreign

lookin for miss lisa, know she with katrina
tell me have you seen her, my heater wanna meet her
tell her that i’m patient and i know my maker
tell her when i see her imma see her
tell her that i work hard and i stay slim
tell her that i keep my friends close, i mean real close
and we was in there like vamonos
every thursday i was down town with a whole brick
i mean thirty zips, i mean a few clips, i mean sixty b-tches

it was me and ty, i mean ty and them
i work hard and i stay slim
and we was in there like vamonos, hasta luego
la f-ck n-gg-s puta madre cons
never did like that bullsh-t
never sleep with a man’s b-tch
if she let you hit when y’all first click

- successful productions lyrics

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