Fifa

Just give me a couple of minutes my name gone be all in your brain
Oh, so you don't get around, I'ma show you a couple of things
Don't let this hoopty fool you I could have about a couple of chains
Know these hoes be on my body, can name about a couple of names
Lisa oh, it's nice to meet ya, I'm not saying you get around, but I heard you a freaka
Keisha, heard you be with Lisa, but you like them girls so what I'm saying girl I need
ya
Riqa, you give me amnesia girl get off my body I'm just saying it couldn't be ya
Monica she come and mop me up I call her fever
You the one I call to come around and kick like Fifa

Onesha, guess I gotta greet ya
Reunion coming up, they like, I'm so excited to see ya
I seen that like I was in the bleachers
Then I sit back like, I don't know the meaning
Niggas fake on my mama, I swear I don't need them
They be trying to talk, but I ain't trying to reason
All that promise shit, it's chalked, I ain't trying to keep them
Knuck up or shut up, or I'm committing treason
Got them tuned in like I just called a meeting(remember me)
Oh yea but I aint trynna greet him
His music sucks like where is all the seasoning
My music rocks like the Beatles on the weekends

Just give me a couple of minutes my name gone be all in your brain
Oh, so you don't get around, I'ma show you a couple of things
Don't let this hoopty fool you I could have about a couple of chains
Know these hoes be on my body, can name about a couple of names
Lisa oh, it's nice to meet ya, I'm not saying you get around, but I heard you a freaka
Keisha, heard you be with Lisa, but you like them girls so what I'm saying girl I need
ya
Riqa, you give me amnesia girl get off my body I'm just saying it couldn't be ya
Monica she come and mop me up I call her fever
You the one I call to come around and kick like Fifa



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Writer(s): Nigel Brown
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