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How you gonna hit this shit like 4,5,6 times And not even pass it like Hey! You ain't put no nug in my shit You ain't got none on my shit The fuck you think this is? This a puff puff pass rotation I’m about to hit that reup, like... If she ask you why I did it, where I did it, who... I did it for the pizza! (trees) I did it for my crew I did for my dudes and señoritas (ooh wee) I called up my nigga and told him to come thru deliver my ‘pizza’ (Cali) I don't need no frills, no toppings –just gimme that heater (top notch) I'm bout to pop the Ciroc out the freezer like... We be taking heavy sips Damn, Jay said he would be here by 6 Got a scale in the whip so I don't get tricked C’mon Jay, you can’t fool me with that shit The ball is in your court now But the court is my hometown I'm ready for the showdown Oh, you thought you could read but I’m Lisa I’m Mona Lisa Letras de cancionesYo, hold on, hold on, hold on, like... I stay reading these niggas These niggas can’t read.(late) Like, they don’t see me, my shade They be like ‘turn down the AC’, but it’s me I’m the tea, hella breezy (wave) What you talking is cheezy So I’m cheesing thinking bout how I’m cheeky. (yea) Sitting back on how many hits you gon take Until you pass back what I’m keefing, (haze) But u don’t got $5 on the spliff Want a lift to the club to get in on my list But it’s all good I got 10 on the list It’s not even my show, but it’s 10 on the list Ya man had talked shit? He ain’t on my list Ha! I'm smoking a hookah with Jasmine and Rajah You talking a blah blah And we laughing at you Hakuna matata Walk in my shoes and you might pave a lane (ooh) I’m feeling as cute as the day that i came (through) Pop the Moët, real friends get champagne But I can’t share with no lames Good day, nigga I got the team on my back and he ain't on the roster You might win some but you just lost a sponsor These kids are my fosters The ball is in your court now But the court is my hometown I'm ready for the showdown Oh, you thought you could read but I’m Lisa I’m Mona Lisa Homey, you could die from a side eye You ain’t shady as me, nah Check out the wingspan I’m way too fly Homey, you could die from a side eye You ain’t shady as me, nah Lisa Lisa Lisa... From Letras Mania