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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I gotta bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
But shawty from Cuba still workin' on a Visa
Her girlfriend Lisa met her in Puerto Rico
How she don't suck dick but expectin' me to eat her?
I gotta bitch named Keisha she a real dick pleaser
I gotta bitch named Keisha she a real dick pleaser

I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
But shawty from Cuba, still workin' on her visa
Her girlfriend Lisa, met her in Puerto Rico
How she don't suck dick, but expectin' me to eat her
That ho crazy, man you don't wanna meet her
But her homegirl Nita swallow cum by the liter
She look good in boy shorts and a beater
But this other girl Quita way sexier than Nita
I ain't lyin she the, hottest bitch, heater
But I'm a fuckin' freezer, yea, I'mma fuckin' leave her
Yea, I'm a fuckin' eagle, flyer and deeper
Smoke like a Cohiba, your ho give me cerebral
Now get low and touch your toes for my people
And if you ain't fuckin' them, then you ain't fuckin' me either
You think your man hot?, well fuck it, me ether
Heard I got guap, wanna kick it like FIFA
Everyday Christmas, cause I'm smokin' that Reefer
Keep a lot of bitches like Queen Latifah
I am southern land not Kiefer
Y-M-E for Young Money Entertainment
Run dummy finna bang it
You want beef then my money will arrange it
I am not fuckin' finna aim it
But that Nina watch out for me when I'm angry
Yeah, Hollygrove biatch
Sloppy like Joe, you better go get G.I
All my guns knee high, m-o-n-e-y
Thats what I rely on I'm gone

He high, yep I'm three high
Im just schoolin' these fucks like Devry
College institution, finals and confusion
Stop with your excuses, Hip-Hop I am seducin'
Beat ya like producers, eat you like produce
Man I'll fuck your girl till her pussy got no juice
Now she can't produce
So you won't be needin' that baby
Cause all you really need is Weezy F. Baby

[DJ drama]

Alright let me vent for a minute
See the problem I got with the game is
There are no gatekeepers in hip hop
Who is letting these whack niggas in?
I mean can someone please put a combination lock on the door
And stop giving out the code, god damn!
Hey millz show em how its done

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I know this one honey
I call her track star, cause when we fuck she run from me
And I'm hella fly, and her dude dumb bummy
And I don't get girls, I make her get one for me
My weed real plumy, and real gummy
And my flow is harder than an anvil honey
Shoot these niggas with the handheld honey
I paper chase, fuck stand still money
Niggas kill with me and kill for me
Best believe we ridin' if the fan belt runnin'
Leave a mothafucker just layin' there bloody
I'm from the dirty and I make it rain, damn that's muddy
She just want to be my cuddy buddy
And on these tracks I go nutty butty
What it dizzle, is you or is you ain't my baby
Baby?

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