SiR LA Lisa Lyrics English Translation

');var c=function(){cf.showAsyncAd(opts)};if(typeof window.cf !== 'undefined')c();else{cf_async=!0;var r=document.createElement("script"),s=document.getElementsByTagName("script")[0];r.async=!0;r.src="//";r.readyState?r.onreadystatechange=function(){if("loaded"==r.readyState||"complete"==r.readyState)r.onreadystatechange=null,c()}:r.onload=c;s.parentNode.insertBefore(r,s)}; })();

Did you know?

In addition to reading lyric translations, you can now learn Russian with music and lyrics from your favorite artists.

Our app includes full translations of every line and word, pronunciation practice, progress tracking, and various lessons to keep your learning fun and interesting.

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

He was in love with the street life

Used to seein' niggas tuckin' the heat right

Live parties and street fights

Hangin' with the players, got caught in the game

Now you're in need of seating but ain't we all the same

I thought if we make it out alive

You might end up on my side

Guess we'll have to wait and see

If you'll find your way to me

A'ight, I'ma stack these all day

That's my cuz, so he gangbang

But I don't claim shit, nah, no baggage

Not even a briefcase, you're more street than me, but

The only reason I'm out this way

Get a little ratchet, stay over color, your box

Don't tell your daddy, he might go Crayola

Hurry up and come outside

I got the wheel parked, it's 'bout to get dark

I'm talkin' Wesley, and we out West, you know it be

Sit these niggas on your block

And I can't do 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 New New we on the couch late at night like Fallon

I've fallin', 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 momma

Pour Moët, it's a moment

She finally slide to my house

And threw me the neck like a geese

It made me speak Portuguese

Ain't even know I could

We wanted this for a while

We keep it between you and me, capice, Lisa, Lisa

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 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? mhmm

I thought we had a good time

Well I had a good time, that weed was fire bro

');var c=function(){cf.showAsyncAd(opts)};if(typeof window.cf !== 'undefined')c();else{cf_async=!0;var r=document.createElement("script"),s=document.getElementsByTagName("script")[0];r.async=!0;r.src="//";r.readyState?r.onreadystatechange=function(){if("loaded"==r.readyState||"complete"==r.readyState)r.onreadystatechange=null,c()}:r.onload=c;s.parentNode.insertBefore(r,s)}; })();

You Might Also Like