Fiverrr Lyrics

[Chorus: Cash Cobain & Bay Swag]
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 f*ck my brother, I ain't mad at
you
f*ckin' 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

[Verse 1: Cash Cobain & Bay Swag]
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 an fool, I get active too, I'ma eat that p*ssy like
an edible
For sure, tss
I'm off a Percocet, but lil' mami be poppin' that Adderall
For sure, tss
That p*ssy 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

[Verse 2: Ice Spice]
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 p*ssy 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 f*ck with me, then you
f*ck 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

[Verse 3: Cash Cobain, Bay Swag & Ice Spice]
She blow the dick like it was a flute
For sure
p*ssy 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

[Chorus: Cash Cobain & Bay Swag]
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 f*ck my brother, I ain't mad at
you
f*ckin' 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

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