Russ Millions, Tion Wayne - Keisha & Becky lyrics
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Tion Wayne [Dennis Junior Odunwo] Edmonton, London, England, U.K. 🇳🇬 🇬🇧
[Russ Millions, Tion Wayne - Keisha & Becky lyrics]
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' the bomba
Drip like my chain, shake that ass
It's insane very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Russ with the rush and Tion Wayne
Do you love me? Or love the fame?
Hottest drill artist in the game
Pull up and bark it, let it rain
Excellent head on your neck with brain
Temperament's nuts right now, don't play
Mhm mhm, drip, drip like my chain
Racked-Racked up cakey, not Paigey
You're crazy, don't get blazed
Pump man out with that pumper
Cali weed, I love ganja
Oh my gosh, look at her bumper, bumper
'Course I left with her number
Brown and leng, give her this thunder
That's your girl, she left with my jumper
Hundred stabs, she screaming for mother
I ain't into verbal or beefin'
Or the internet talk or tweetin'
They love Snapchat, Camden's speakin'
Me, I was knockin' at man on G-wing
Visit days in the field was a scary place
Nigga, T Wayne was the reason
Even all now I don't like conversation
Back then, chains it was confiscation'
Go and check my light-skinned in Enfield
Check my dark-skinned ting in Tottenham
Pull up in a Range or the Merc, got options
Uptown, I don't see the opps often
But catch me in Central London
'Cah I love the finer things
Man, I love dem diamond things
I ain't going inside 'til my Niners in
We ain't going inside 'til line is in
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' the bomba
Drip like my chain, shake that ass
It's insane very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Peng ting from Bellingham
No love, just suck this elephant
No wap, grip, splash, mans wettin' 'em
Energy, got 'nuff adrenaline
Sweet one, pull up, pull up, what's good
Make man sprint in his brand her boogs
We buy things that you wish you could
Man's getting paid if I'm in that shubs
Eediat boy, only chases puss'
Don't ride out when his boy get uhh
Cream of the crop, flex on the opps
Touch bust down and get touched with a uhh
Bad boy D, take my cucumber
That's your girl, come get your lover
She goes wild under these covers
Ratchet hoes, can't bring them to mother
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' the bomba
Drip like my chain, shake that ass
It's insane very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' the bomba
Drip like my chain, shake that ass
It's insane very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Russ with the rush and Tion Wayne
Do you love me? Or love the fame?
Hottest drill artist in the game
Pull up and bark it, let it rain
Excellent head on your neck with brain
Temperament's nuts right now, don't play
Mhm mhm, drip, drip like my chain
Racked-Racked up cakey, not Paigey
You're crazy, don't get blazed
Pump man out with that pumper
Cali weed, I love ganja
Oh my gosh, look at her bumper, bumper
'Course I left with her number
Brown and leng, give her this thunder
That's your girl, she left with my jumper
Hundred stabs, she screaming for mother
I ain't into verbal or beefin'
Or the internet talk or tweetin'
They love Snapchat, Camden's speakin'
Me, I was knockin' at man on G-wing
Visit days in the field was a scary place
Nigga, T Wayne was the reason
Even all now I don't like conversation
Back then, chains it was confiscation'
Go and check my light-skinned in Enfield
Check my dark-skinned ting in Tottenham
Pull up in a Range or the Merc, got options
Uptown, I don't see the opps often
But catch me in Central London
'Cah I love the finer things
Man, I love dem diamond things
I ain't going inside 'til my Niners in
We ain't going inside 'til line is in
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' the bomba
Drip like my chain, shake that ass
It's insane very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Peng ting from Bellingham
No love, just suck this elephant
No wap, grip, splash, mans wettin' 'em
Energy, got 'nuff adrenaline
Sweet one, pull up, pull up, what's good
Make man sprint in his brand her boogs
We buy things that you wish you could
Man's getting paid if I'm in that shubs
Eediat boy, only chases puss'
Don't ride out when his boy get uhh
Cream of the crop, flex on the opps
Touch bust down and get touched with a uhh
Bad boy D, take my cucumber
That's your girl, come get your lover
She goes wild under these covers
Ratchet hoes, can't bring them to mother
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' the bomba
Drip like my chain, shake that ass
It's insane very sexy, Keisha, Becky