Lisa Bonet

Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah

Walking out
I stepped out
In my fitted
Got my money
And then
I just flipped it
Been a while
No its been a minute
Had to get up
And get out my feelings
Ballin out
Feel like I'm
Scotty Pippin
See right through you
You not in my division
Cookin up I just
Get to the chicken
Wanna talk but
But they don't wanna listen

Imma bad bitch
There ain't no competition
Steppin on em
They just hate on my mission
They wanna stop me
Bitch who is you kiddin
They wanna sleep
I get to the commission
Living my best life
I come to fruition

Im chillin
Winning
Yeah
They wanna know my name
Lookin at me sideways
No I am not from LA
Sisi from BK
Blastin my shit everyday
Im coming up on the Plane
She on her Lisa Bonet
She on her Lisa Bonet

They wanna know my name
Lookin at me sideways
No I am not from LA
Sisi from BK
Blastin my shit everyday
Im coming up on the Plane
She on her Lisa Bonet
She on her Lisa Bonet

I'm on to be my best
I'm drinking for my dead
They put me to the test
I'm running to the crest
The treasures in my chest
My heart is on my desk
The blood is on my pen
I'm fighting till the end
My feelings I defend
They fake
And they pretend

Come at me
You won't at me nah
This is not reality nah
They be fake they
Be acting yeah

They wanna know her name
Lookin at me sideways
No I am not from LA
Sisi from BK
Blastin my shit everyday
Im coming up on the Plane
She on her Lisa Bonet
She on her Lisa Bonet

They wanna know her name
Lookin at me sideways
No I am not from LA
Sisi from BK
Blastin my shit everyday
Im coming up on the Plane
She on her Lisa Bonet
She on her Lisa Bonet



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Writer(s): Sierra Black
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