City Girls - Shisha lyrics

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City Girls - Shisha lyrics

[Intro: Saucy Santana] Goddamn ni**as on my body and sh*t Jeans, panties on, and sh*t I don't need no ice (Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha) (It's Trax season, bruh) [Chorus: Saucy Santana & Yung Miami] Where the shisha? (Where the shisha?) Lookin' for a thick b*tch named Keisha Dope boy, where the reefa? (Where the reefa?) Blowin' pound, eyes low like geisha (Like geisha) Pussy good, make him sing like Aretha (Like Aretha) Wild ass b*tch, I don't need no housekeeper If he got a big bag, he a keeper (Uh) But I'm still livin' single, Queen Latifah (Miami) [Verse One: Yung Miami & JT] Get involved wit' a ni**a, make him pay for it (Where the cash at?) Boy, you stu-stu-stutter like you can't afford it Send the money, send the wire, ni**a, transport it Ass jiggle when I walk so he can’t ignore it (Eoww) Shorty, come and get your mans Pretty b*tch, eatin' lamb in his Lamb' I only took him 'cause I can (Haha) Pussy sweet, ni**a say I got the yams (Uh) Rich ni**a better know what to do wit' it (Uh) Climb up in this ni**a sh*t, act a fool wit' it Pussy fat, thighs thick like cold grits (Haha) b*tch, I'm Yung Miami, who you fu*kin' wit', b*tch? (Hold up, hold up) [Verse Two: JT & Saucy Santana] Where the shisha? (Pass me the hookah) Dark skin, no belly, I’m Keisha (I'm bad) Trick a ni**a, smoke all his reefa City Girl sh*t, ni**a, swipe them Visas I get them racks fu*ked him in my heels, got a mill back Break a b*tch off like a Kit-Kat He say I’m a meal, snack ni**a, chew this ass I got a coupe, but I came in a Uber He a good guy, hope he come wit' a shooter Bad b*tch, now you can't number two her (Nah) If your b*tch home, gotta pack up and move her [Chorus: Saucy Santana] b*tch, where the shisha? (Where the shisha?) Lookin' for a thick b*tch named Keisha Dope boy, where the reefa? (Where the reefa?) Blowin' pound, eyes low like geisha Pussy good, make him sing like Aretha Wild ass b*tch, I don't need no housekepper If he got a big bag, he a kepper (He a kepper) But I'm still Livin' Single, Queen Latifah [Verse Three : Saucy Santana] And you ain't gotta see me with him, I’ma brag on his bag Takin’ pictures while he sleep, ho, you goin' out sad (Sad) Long money, long hair, livin' lavish (Lavish) Hit the gallery, b*tch, in my Elevens Pussy good so I use my advantage (Ow) Pipe down, I ain’t mean to do damage Just spent his money faster than he can manage (Ching) Pretty ass face and I’m thicker than a samage (Uh) Boy, ‘fore you talk to me better take a number Need a big dick baller, with the lumber Money green, dick thick like a cucumber (Yeah) I don’t want rattlesnake, I want an anaconda Sigh, rastafari, bust russ bust Dick, make me pum cry Bossy boy, pussy make ‘em feel high Dick so good, make me pum lie [Chorus: Saucy Santana] Where the shisha? (Where the shisha?) Lookin' for a thick b*tch named Keisha Dope boy, where the reefa? (Where the reefa?) Blowin' pound, eyes low like geisha (Like geisha) Pussy good, make him sing like Aretha Wild ass b*tch, I don't need no housekepper If he got a big bag, he a kepper But I'm still Livin' Single, Queen Latifah [Chorus: Saucy Santana] Where the shisha? (Where the shisha?) Lookin' for a thick b*tch named Keisha Dope boy, where the reefa? (Where the reefa?) Blowin' pound, eyes low like geisha (Like geisha) Pussy good, make him sing like Aretha (Like Aretha) Wild ass b*tch, I don't need no housekepper (Housekepper) If he got a big bag, he a kepper (He a kepper) But I'm still Livin' Single, Queen Latifah (Queen Latifah)