Shisha Lyrics by Saucy Santana & City Girls
Goddamn
N***** on my body and shit
Jeans painted on and shit
Porsche right, I don’t need no ice
Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha (Mm)
It’s Trax season, bruh
Where the shisha? (Where the shisha?)
Lookin’ for a thick bitch named Keisha
Dope boy, where the reefer? (Where the reefer?)
Blowin’ pound, eyes low like geisha (Like geisha)
Pussy good, make him sing like Aretha (Like Aretha)
Wild-ass bitch, I don’t need no housekeeper
If he got a big bag, he a keeper (Uh)
But I’m still livin’ single, Queen Latifah (Miami)
Get involved wit’ a n****, make him pay for it (Where the cash at?)
Boy, you stu— stu— stutter like you can’t afford it
Send the money, send the wire, n****, transport it
Ass jiggle when I walk so he can’t ignore it (Ow)
Shorty, come and get your mans (Bitch)
Pretty bitch, eatin’ lamb in his Lamb’
I only took him ’cause I can (Haha)
Pussy sweet, n**** say I got the yams (Uh)
Rich n**** better know what to do wit’ it (Uh)
Climb up in this shit, n****, act a fool wit’ it
Pussy fat, thighs thick like cold grits (Haha)
Bitch, I’m Yung Miami, who you fuckin’ wit’, bitch? (Hold up, hold up)
Where the shisha? (Pass me the hookah)
Dark skin, no belly, I’m Keisha (I’m bad)
Trick a n****, smoke all his reefer
City Girl shit, n****, swipe them Visas
I get them racks
Fucked him in my heels, got a mill’ back
Break a bitch off like a Kit-Kat
He say I’m a meal, snack (N****, chew this ass)
I got a coupe, but I came in a Uber
He a good guy, hope he came wit’ a shooter
Bad bitch, nah, you can’t number two her (Nah)
If your bitch home, gotta pack up and move her (Move her)
Bitch, where the shisha? (Where the shisha?)
Lookin’ for a thick bitch named Keisha
Dope boy, where the reefer? (Where the reefer?)
Blowin’ pound, eyes low like geisha (Like geisha)
Pussy good, make him sing like Aretha (Like Aretha)
Wild-ass bitch, I don’t need no housekeeper
If he got a big bag, he a keeper
But I’m still livin’ single, Queen Latifah
And you ain’t gotta see me with him, I’ma brag on his bag
Takin’ pictures while he sleep, ho, you goin’ out sad (Sad)
Long money, long hair, livin’ lavish (Lavish)
Hit the gallery, bitch, in my Lanvins
Pussy good, so I use my advantage (Ow)
Pipe down, I ain’t mean to do damage
Just spent his money faster than he can manage (Ching)
Pretty-ass face and I’m thicker than a sammich (Uh)
Boy, ‘fore you talk to me, better take a number
Need a big dick baller with the lumber
Money green, dick thick like a cucumber (Yeah)
I don’t want a rattlesnake, I want a anaconda
Sigh, rastafari
Bust, ras, bust, dick make me pum cry
Batty boy pussy, make ’em feel high
Dick so good, make me pum lie
Where the shisha? (Where the shisha?)
Lookin’ for a thick bitch named Keisha
Dope boy, where the reefer? (Where the reefer?)
Blowin’ pound, eyes low like geisha (Like geisha)
Pussy good, make him sing like Aretha (Like Aretha)
Wild-ass bitch, I don’t need no housekeeper (Housekeeper)
If he got a big bag, he a keeper (He a keeper)
But I’m still livin’ single, Queen Latifah
Where the shisha? (Where the shisha?)
Lookin’ for a thick bitch named Keisha
Dope boy, where the reefer? (Where the reefer?)
Blowin’ pound, eyes low like geisha (Like geisha)
Pussy good, make him sing like Aretha (Like Aretha)
Wild-ass bitch, I don’t need no housekeeper (Housekeeper)
If he got a big bag, he a keeper (He a keeper)
But I’m still livin’ single, Queen Latifah