Russ and Tion Wayne Lyrics
"Keisha & Becky"

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, what the bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

Russ with the rush and Tion Wayne
Do you love me? Or love the fame?
Hottest true artist in the game
Pull up and buck it, let it rain
Excellent head on your neck with brain
Temperament's nuts right now, don't play
Drip drip like my chain
Rack, racked up cakey, not Paigey
Go crazy, don't get blazed (Bullet!)
Pump one out with that pumper
Cali weed, I love ganja
Oh my Gosh, look at her bumper
Woah, of course I left with her number
Brown and leng, give her this thunder
That's your,

Russ with the rush and Tion Wayne
Do you love me? Or love the fame?
Hottest true artist in the game
Pull up and buck it, let it rain
Excellent head on your neck with brain
Temperament's nuts right now, don't play
Drip drip like my chain
Rack, racked up cakey, not Paigey
Go crazy, don't get blazed (Bullet!)
Pump one out with that pumper
Cali weed, I love ganja
Oh my Gosh, look at her bumper
Woah, of course I left with her number
Brown and leng, give her this thunder
That's your girl, she left with my jumper
Hundred stabs, is screaming for mumma

I ain't into all that beefing
Or the internet talk or Tweeting
They love Snapchat, cams and speaking
Me, I was knocking at man on G-wing
They say days in the bill was a scary place
Nigga T Wayne was the reason
Even on that, I don't like conversation
Back then, chains they was confiscation
Go and check my light skinned in Enfield
Check my dark-skinned ting in Tottenham
Pull up in the Range or the Merc', got options
Uptown I don't see the opps often
But catch me in central London
Call up the finer things
Man I love them diamond things
I ain't going inside 'til my 9 is in
We ain't going inside 'til the night is in (Pull up, pull up)

And dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, what the bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

Peng ting from Bellingham
No love, just suck this elephant (Suck it)
No wap gets flashed, man's wetting 'em
Energy, got enough adrenaline
Suite 1, pull up, pull up, what's good?
Make man sprint in his brand new books
We buy things that you wish you could
Man's getting paid if I'm in that shuv

He the boy, only chase his puss
Don't ride out when his boy get uh
Cream of the crop, flex on the opps
Touch bust-down and get touched with the ugh

Badboy D, take my cucumber
That's your girl, come get your lover
She goes wild under these covers
Ratchet hoes, can't bring 'em to mother (No)

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, what the bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, what the bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky