Fisherrr (Remix)

Got an attitude, but you bad as shit, so I ain't mad at you And you tatted too, what I gotta do to be having you? I play the avenue, top-five slizzy and a savage too And your ass fat, know you eat your rice and your cabbage too She a savage too, I'm a savage too, it's compatible She was talkin' practice, had to cut her off, got a badder boo I ain't chicken tender, if you fuck my brother, I ain't mad at you Fuckin' in the kitchen, we ain't even make it to the master room Met her in the trenches, swear she suck it different and she tatted too And she independent, swear this bitch is different and she nasty too Yeah, my body different, when I'm off a yidda, I'm an animal And her body different, I'ma eat on that bitch like I'm Hannibal I'ma act a fool, I get active too, I'ma eat that pussy like an edible For sure, tss I'm off a Percocet, but lil' mami be poppin' that Adderall For sure, tss That pussy be perfect wet, when you in it, it feel like it's grabbing you For sure, tss I know they mad at you, but I had to do what I had to do For sure, tss She got an attitude, when she suck the dick, it's like she mad at you For sure Got an attitude, but I'm feeling lit, so I ain't mad at you And I'm tatted too, and it's fatter too, I'm your baddest boo So what you 'bout to do? Top one baddie and the jatty move And my ass fat 'cause I eat my oats and my vegetables And my pussy fat, and it's creamy, ooh, tastes like Danimals I'm a baddie, so I know them other bitches ain't impressin' you And I been a baddie since a youngin, nigga, this ain't nothin' new Why these niggas in my face? Oh, because I'm rich and my money blue I don't care what niggas say 'cause I'm really paid, I'm untouchable Makin' bitches wanna hate, she see me and she get uncomfortable Make her nigga want a plate, say I'm pretty and sexy and munchable I don't wanna rush with you, got a crush on you, wanna bust on you Lately, I been in a mood, you don't fuck with me, then you fuck with who? And I brought a baddie too, she a wetty, ooh, givin' Betty Boop I ain't callin' you "my boo," nigga, what you thought? I was feelin' you? For sure She blow the dick like it was a flute For sure Pussy so good, I'm never dubbin' you For sure, tss We met at the Ritz Carl', not the W For sure You gon' make a baddie fall in love with you For sure Got an attitude, but you bad as shit, so I ain't mad at you And you tatted too, what I gotta do to be having you? I play the avenue, top-five slizzy and a savage too And your ass fat, know you eat your rice and your cabbage too She a savage too, I'm a savage too, it's compatible She was talkin' practice, had to cut her off, got a badder boo I ain't chicken tender, if you fuck my brother, I ain't mad at you Fuckin' in the kitchen, we ain't even make it to the master room Met her in the trenches, swear she suck it different and she tatted too