Faith Nketsi – Ishu Lyrics

Ishu Lyrics by Faith Nketsi

Faith Nketsi Ishu Lyrics.

[Verse 1]
I’m a ten out of ten
Your bitch is a six, she couldn’t maintain me
I’m poppin’, I need an advance
I’m always declining them deals
I only want Mills, I’m getting a bag
Don’t care what they talking about but I don’t understand
You hating on me? Cash in the sheets
Count it up, toss it up
Count it up, rack it up
Count it up, toss it up
Count it up, rack it up
Young and I’m lit, lyrically fit
(Tell your bitch) Get off my dick
Tell your nigga, I got more figures
Somethin’ like B, cash like Jigga
Ooh I’m bad, heart attack
I got more game than a running back
When I get my money, [?] my Rollie
[?] my dance, bitches say I’m showin’ off
Y’all can’t get it and go
My pussy covered in gold
I need my cheque then cut it up, bitch stay wanting
I roll my cheque, get lit and light it up
My shit is hot like geyser
Royal like Caesar, smoking Sativa uh
Why you trippin’ like a diva?
Bitches crying like Aritta

[Pre-Hook]
Who got the game, who be running now?
Labels with money be calling out
I’m hot as fuck, it’s like the sun is out
No Michael Jordan, I be balling out

READ MORE:  Faith Nketsi – Men Are Trash Lyrics

[Hook 1]
Whoo!
I kill em all, get proof
I rack it up, got loose
Doing numbers out the roof
Ishu! ishu!
Like Santana, get loose
You can’t walk in my shoes
I like my shit in two
Whoo! Whoo!
I kill em all, get proof
I rack it up, got loose
Doing numbers out the roof
Ishu! Whoo!
I kill em all, get proof
I rack it up, got loose
Doing numbers out the roof

[Verse 2]
I got a little bomb and I detonate
Y’all know I elevate
Soft like butter but hard on the 808
Take it to the top, write a song in a private jet
I’m so lit, one song then I overtake
Riding on a horse, let it andale
Want a new Porsche and a crib in the hills
Drop my tape, y’all about to get chills
Tell all these rappers it’s about to get real

[Pre-Hook]
Who got the game, who be running now?
Labels with money be calling out
I’m hot as fuck, it’s like the sun is out
No Michael Jordan, I be balling out

READ MORE:  Faith Nketsi Mood Lyrics

[Hook 2]
Whoo!
I kill em all, get proof
I rack it up, got loose
Doing numbers out the roof
Ishu! ishu!
Like Santana, get loose
You can’t walk in my shoes
I like my shit in two
Whoo! Whoo!
I kill em all, get proof
I rack it up, got loose
Doing numbers out the roof
Ishu! ishu!
Like Santana, get loose
You can’t walk in my shoes
I like my shit in two

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *