LA Lisa (Explicit)
SiR"LA Lisa (Explicit)" is a song by SiR, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:35 long and contains 56 lines and 416 words.
Lyrics
0:00Composer: D.K. The Punisher & Bradford Tidwell
0:00No, it ain't a question, not even an issue
0:04Nobody knows you like I know ya
0:08You grew up on Queen Street
0:12Your dad is a gangsta but he's gettin' older
0:16You was in love with the street life
0:18Used to seein' niggas, tuckin' the heat right
0:21Loud parties and street fights
0:23Hangin' with the players, got caught in the game
0:26Now you're in need of saving, but ain't we all the same?
0:31I thought if we make it out alive
0:35You might end up by my side, yeah (My side, my side)
0:43Guess we'll have to wait and see
0:51If you'll find your way to me
0:59La Lisa
1:04La Lisa
1:12La Lisa
1:21I need ya
1:29Alright, I'ma stack these, alright
1:33That's my cuzzo, he gangbang
1:39But I don't claim shit, not no baggage, not even a briefcase
1:42You more street than me, babe (Nah)
1:44Only reason I'm out this way
1:46Get a lil' ratchet, stay over, color your box
1:50Don't tell your daddy, he might go Crayola
1:52Hurry up and come outside
1:55I got the whip parked, it's 'bout to get dark
1:57I'm talkin' Wesley, and we out West, you know it be
1:5950 niggas on your block
2:03And I came through dolo this time, on a solo this time
2:06Like CeCe Winans, not whinin', but
2:08Not finna play with you, I'm tryna skate with you
2:10Like T.I. and NuNu, we on the couch late at night like Fallon (Fallon)
2:11I fall in, she got used to them scrubs, she a RN
2:14Darlin', Miss Lisa, she a moaner
2:18So bad, put your ass in the MoMA
2:21Yes, put that on my mama
2:23Pour Moët, it's a moment
2:23She finally slid to my house
2:26And threw me the neck like a geese, it made me speak Portuguese
2:30Ain't even know I could
2:32Been wantin' this for a while
2:34We keep it between you and me, capiche, ah, Lisa
2:39La Lisa
2:42La Lisa
2:49La Lisa
2:59I need ya
3:05I can't believe this nigga ain't call me back
3:13Ol' Chief Keef head ass, Mekhi Phifer off "8 Mile" lookin' head ass
3:18He ain't call me back? (I can't believe this)
3:21I bet he don't even write his songs
3:23Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout he the king of R&B
3:27That nigga can't even move like Usher
3:29Ain't Chris workin' on something? (He trippin')
3:32Mm-hmm, pssh I thought we had a good time
3:35Well I had a good time, that weed was fire bro
Composer: D.K. The Punisher & Bradford Tidwell 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 saving, but ain't we all the same? I thought if we make it out alive You might end up by 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 Alright, I'ma stack these, alright That's my cuzzo, he gangbang But I don't claim shit, not no baggage, not even a briefcase You more street than me, babe (Nah) Only reason I'm out this way Get a lil' ratchet, stay over, color your box Don't tell your daddy, he might go Crayola 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 50 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. and NuNu, we on the couch late at night like Fallon (Fallon) I fall in, she got used to them scrubs, she a RN Darlin', Miss Lisa, she a moaner So bad, put your ass in the MoMA Yes, put that on my mama Pour Moët, it's a moment She finally slid to my house And threw me the neck like a geese, it made me speak Portuguese Ain't even know I could Been wantin' this for a while We keep it between you and me, capiche, ah, Lisa La Lisa La Lisa La Lisa I need ya I can't believe this nigga ain't call me back Ol' Chief Keef head ass, Mekhi Phifer off "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
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