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Testicles 1, 2
Testicles 1, 2
Think We Found A LoopHole
This a motherfucking PSA
We calling all the motherfucking ballers and shotcallers
Bring that motherfucking cash out
No broke niggas allowed
We not dealing with that shit, you heard?

Young Keisha, I'm on fire, you better believe that
Type of bitch pull up on you, ask you 'where the weed at?'
Pussy wet, soaking wet, yeah, drip on the dick
Acrobatic little bitch, I'll flip on the dick

I brought the Wraith out tonight, yeah, I'm nice, yeah
Type of bitch that could fight, yeah, not a wife, yeah
Face down, ass up, masked up
Either way, make a nigga get his cash up

Get the fuck up out my DM if you got a BM
I do my talking with my hands, you don't wanna see them
I'm calling plays like Curry, shoot it by the 30
I roll with niggas and gorillas cause these bitches dirty
I'm out the country with your nigga, baby what you thought?
He took me shopping with no limit, yeah I'm going off
I got some Prada, Chanel, Fendi, and Gucci

Christian Louboutin, and Emilio Pucci
Didn't even have to fuck the nigga, he was too thirsty
Fuck the weekend, I'ma send him back to you Thursday
Purchased, all kinds of purses, I got Birkins
Geeked up on them percys, (?)
Slurp it, give that good top, good service
Nervous, fuck up that bank roll and curve him
Persian, hair down my back, keep it a buck
Light Skin Keisha been up bitch, you know what's up

Young Keisha, I'm on fire, you better believe that
Type of bitch pull up on you, ask you 'where the weed at?'
Pussy wet, soaking wet, yeah, drip on the dick

Acrobatic little bitch, I'll flip on the dick
I brought the Wraith out tonight, yeah, I'm nice, yeah
Type of bitch that could fight, yeah, not a wife, yeah
Face down, ass up, masked up
Either way, make a nigga get his cash up

Yeah I'm a bad little bitch with a attitude
Got your nigga catching us like a fucking alley-oop
Blowing up my motherfucking phone like a psycho
Type of nigga try to eat the pussy on my cycle
What I'ma do with yo nigga? You don't even want his ass
Put the nigga out once a week, he a trash bag
Tryna get a bag up out him, a brand new coupe
I like Moschino, Givenchy, and brand new boots

If he rich, I might fuck him just to spend his cash
I'm on the 'Gram popping shit, these bitches stealing swag
Know they hatin', fuck 'em, I just got a bigger bag
Fuck around and make me spend it on a bigger ass
Yeah, all these broke ass, cheap ass bitches in here
With the bald up stomach and the cheap ass hips
I been the shit since I jumped off the porch little bitch
Fuck a bottle, I'ma pop my shit little bitch

Young Keisha, I'm on fire, you better believe that
Type of bitch pull up on you, ask you 'where the weed at?'

Pussy wet, soaking wet, yeah, drip on the dick
Acrobatic little bitch, I'll flip on the dick
I brought the Wraith out tonight, yeah, I'm nice, yeah
Type of bitch that could fight, yeah, not a wife, yeah
Face down, ass up, masked up
Either way, make a nigga get his cash up

Make a nigga get his cash up
Make a nigga get his cash up
Yeah, make a nigga get his cash up
Yeah, it's Keisha
Yeah, uh huh
Yeah, where my rich niggas at? Uh

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