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Dave East – Keisha (Official Video)

Dave East performing Keisha (Official Video 2016)

Versuri (lyrics)  Keish

I cannot believe it.. I cannot believe it 
Real life though.. I cannot 
I cannot believe it.. eyes open 

She from Jamaica, Queens, only came to Harlem to shop 
Her mother just got a divorce and her father a cop 
I learned this about 10 minutes in the conversation 
I’m thinking I don’t even know you, why that information 
My head was racin’, I’m pacin’ back and forth 
Asked her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to meet ya 
She said she never fu*ked with nobody from Harlem 
I’ve got homies from south side, I figured I would call them 
I found exact locations and where she grew up 
Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, then he blew up 
She used to play with credit cards and line ni*gas at night clubs 
fu*ked a couple ni*gas but left ’em cause she ain’t like love 
I was down in Flight Club, Keisha text me like “What you doing?”
“I scuffed up my retro’s, I’m bout to cop some new ones” 
She said she at the Mandarin Oriental in Columbus circle 
She got some sour but she wanted purple 
I told her later we can link up 
I called my youngin Conner bring an eighth to her 
He plotting on taking her 
Funny lil’ ni*ga, but fu*k it, that’s how we raised 
If it ain’t wifey than all the homies can play 
Back to Keisha, she black but had them Spanish features 
Five seven, most these ni*gas would plan to keep her 
I got that drop from my homie that knew her, he went to school with her 
Said he used to be cool with her, but he ain’t fu*k her though  
Con’ callin’ me, I forgot to text him the address 
I’m going through some other shit, honestly got me mad stressed 
If Con’ delivered that, we ’bout to meet 
I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it’s over 
Now it’s rosé, henny, rosé, henny 
Strippers all over me, I ain’t throwing a penny 
Got a text from Keisha, “I’m in room 17C 
I know your with your homies now but later come and see me” 
I’m rollied out, sky dweller, the light hittin’ it right 
I’m hearing ni*gas talking like, “That’s Dave East, that ni*ga nice” 
Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack mine 
Unless I want ’em harsher, please don’t no one bother 
I called my driver and told him take me to midtown 
Had to stop for condoms cause raw ain’t the way I get down 
He dropped me off, I told him “Park it and don’t leave yet 
Let me see what this bi*ch about, something I gotta figure out” 
I’m in the ‘tele, I hit the elevator blunted 
Stumbling, just hennessey and rosé in my stomach 
Figure we fu*kin’ and then order some room service 
I knocked twice, she opened the door but so nervous 
Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was ready though 
Came up out of everything, R. Kelly on the radio 
Slim waist, Hershey chocolate skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I fu*ked this bi*ch delirious, shit Eddie know 
Henny taking over, we passed out, at least I did 
15,000 in my balmain’s, I’m lackin’ 
I put my rollie in the dresser with like four chains 
My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to make calls 
Condom box of 3-pack, I used two of them 
Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club just ruined ’em 
Something told me wake up, I checked the bed 
Nothin’ but pillows and cover, I had to shake my head 
I checked me jeans, every dollar gone, that’s 15k 
All my chains and my rollie missing
I put my shit on, looking for my phone, that shit was gone too 
I’m ready to kill Keisha, what the fu*k I’m gon’ do.. 
I told myself I wasn’t drinking, why the fu*k I get bent..
And how the fu*k I get robbed..
I ran out, my driver sleep I woke him up like.. you ain’t see that bi*ch 
Brown skin, thick, probably moving on some schemin’ shit..
He telling me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I cannot believe this shit, can’t wait until I see this bi*ch
This for every ni*ga that be slippin’ cause he think he rich
Keisha you a sneaky bi*ch, called shooter I’ma need the grip

I cannot believe this bi*ch robbed me 
I cannot believe it 
I cannot believe it 
I cannot believe this bi*ch robbed me 
If I catch her I ain’t tryna hear I’m sorry 
I cannot believe this bi*ch robbed me 
I cannot believe it 
I cannot believe it 
I cannot believe this bi*ch robbed me 
If I catch her I ain’t tryna hear I’m sorry 
I cannot believe this bi*ch robbed me 
I cannot believe it 
I cannot believe it