ayo eisha - eisha no! lyrics
[intro]
eisha no (eisha no)
eisha no (eisha no)
eisha no (eisha no)
don’t kick her, eisha
oh my god
oh-oh-oh my god
don’t kick her eisha
no
(why did you do that?)
(why did you do her like that?)
(why you do her like that? that is terrible)
(you beat that girl like that)
(f-cked up eisha, that’s f-cked up eisha)
nyema, b-tch f-ck you
scary -ss hoe
[verse 1: eisha]
look at the way that i walk
i’m shopping at fendi, you shopping at ross
you cannot f-ck with me, you b-tches is soft
i’m riding with shooters that’s really throwed off, ooh
you do not wanna f-ck with me
they call me lil eisha and i’m with the sh-t
i heard that you mentioning eisha
in person, nyema get popped in yo sh-t b-tch
nyema, you is a lame (a lame)
popping that sh-t for the fame (the fame)
remember at the church i whooped you
hush up, be quiet, you know i’m with the gang
you don’t wanna see me, period
you know i’mma step, you know i’mma bang
now gutta, eat this b-tch up
hold up, wait…it ain’t a thing
[verse 2: gutta k]
all this sauce
when i walk through you salute, i’m the boss
young gutta from the d but i moved to the south
looking for nyema getting flipped in the house
all these diamonds got a n-gga feeling rich
went in eisha room, ny was sucking on a d-ck
everybody know my name, call me gutta with the sh-t
one false move you get hit with the stick
i don’t got time for no hating sh-t
mad cause we living great and sh-t
you always on our page, making sure you up to date with sh-t
you really on some fake sh-t
f-ck a opp, we stacking checks
f-ck hot sauce, we like motherf-cking ketchup on our chicken b-tch
f-ck you talking bout?
weak -ss hoe with that weak -ss frontal
f-ck you talking bout
[outro: eisha & gutta]
you lame as f-ck hoe and you’ll never spit on me, b-tch
(okurrrr)
still haven’t, lame -ss hoe
(lame -ss, band-wagon -ss b-tch)
facts, 20 motherf-cking years old
in witness motherf-cking protection b-tch by a motherf-cking minor, hoe
you lame as f-ck
(b-tch still popping her motherf-cking sh-t all the way in va)
(making wack -ss diss tracks about my b-tch)
(k!ll yo f-ck -ss producer, f-ck -ss hoe)
okurrrrrr, period! (ah!)
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