LA Lisa (feat. Smino)

No, it ain't a question

Not even an issue

Nobody knows you

(Like I know you)

You grew up on Queen Street

Your daddy's a gangsta

But he's getting older

You was in love with the street life

Used to seeing **** tuckin' the heat, right

Loud parties and street fights

Hanging with the playas

Got caught in the game

Now, you're in need of saving

But ain't we all the same

I thought

If we made it out alive

You might end up by my side

Guess we'll have to wait and see

If you'll find your way to me

Lalisa

Lalisa

Lalisa

I need ya

That's my cuzzo, he gang bang

But I don't claim shit

Not no baggage

Not even a briefcase

You more street than me, baby

Only reason I'm out this way

Get a lil' ratchet

Stay over, color your box

Don't tell your daddy

He might go crayola

Hurry up and come outside

I got the whip parked

It's 'bout to get dark

I'm talking Wesley

And we out West, you know it be

50 **** on your block

And I came through dolo, this time on the solo

This time like CeCe Winans, not whining but

Not finna play with you

I'm tryna skate with you

Like T.I. and Nu Nu

We on the couch late at night like Fallon

I fall in

She got used to them scripts, she a RN, yeah, yeah

Darling, Miss Lisa

She a moaner

So bad, put your ass in a MoMA

Yes, put that on my mama

Pour Moët, it's a moment

She finally slid to my house

And threw me the neck like a geese

It made me speak Portuguese

Ain't even know I could

Been wanting this for a while

Let's keep it between you and me kepisha, Lisa, Lisa

Lalisa

Lalisa

Lalisa

I need ya