SiR, Smino - LA Lisa lyrics
Smino [Christopher Smith Jr.] St. Louis, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[SiR, Smino - LA Lisa lyrics]
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
(I heard the nigga just got out)
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 TI 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
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
(I heard the nigga just got out)
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 TI 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