b-jay banks - every gina & keisha lyrics
[verse 1 – dopesmoothies]
uh, make songs, make broads show their waist off
face off, race cars til their face gone
make calls, take charge, ball like natrone
8 ball ways, dog im’a play hard
everything that i do, all about the loot
you always miss if you dont shoot, so what im bout to do?
(im bout to shoot)
new schemes, blue dream for my mood swings
jimmy 2 chainz, im’a get the cream, get the…
cream seat, streak down these mean streets
purple, green leaf
eat sweets, f-ck then repeat
peace to every gina
who end up on living single
p-ssy popping for some singles
only option, christian mingle
back in joplin, dropped my single
it got popping like a jingle
running options, hittin seams and balling out like in my dreams
life ain’t always what it seems
its mostly always just a dream
so deja’vu occurs, and you prefer
to act like what you seen ain’t what you seen before
i seem to know, that lately i’ve been beaming
traded in my momma jeep for a freak in a navy beamer
8 cylinder k!llin em worst now
i was just chilling the first time
swear all these n-ggas got worst rhymes
they still gone charge for a verse, how?
verses is always the worst kind
serving them hardly is worth time
observing too long, ima work now
at least they gone all get a shirt now – uh
talked to valleo
he told me to come back for all of the pesos
and will was beside him, he told me to ride
then we dapped and we hugged and my whole world collided
with banks
[verse 2 – b-jay banks]
i would play this while i sit in the back of the ‘bach
driving and swerving
probably catch you with them lames posted with a pack of them rats
vibing in person
we on the way to the money bag
im the guy that’ll tell the guy
doing nothing with his time, we on the grind
so you get in line or we running p-ss
simple right?
thought i was having a simple night
but all of the sh-t that i seen would make a man reconsider
the simple life – ay
peace to every keisha
with all the appealing features
but known for head behind bleachers
yet treats ya the way she needs to
meet ya, the eyes deceitful
she f-cked all of the bro’s
she into doing lines, its residue sitting all on her nose
but always it goes, i came here with my awesome-ist flows
i could buy an island off my verses
call it “arsonists cove”
my heart has been cold
i cover the wounds with markings and gold
tattoos and chains on, thanking god for the lows
that ain’t a loss, thats a lesson
sh-t, that ain’t a loss thats a lesson
sayless
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