Sa$ha Fierce Lyrics

Throwback Thursday Nike tech and some foamposites You not fucking with me on your best day, c'mon

let's be honest Pretty light skin, lil ho, hair on Pocahontas

Tried to tell em I ain't saw a thing, ho I'm no accomplice

All I know is he talking shit, I got his main bitch topless

Ay this fair game, my niggas say this shit harmless

Mama don't even recognize her son, young nigga moving heartless

We the type that gon' go get it, A.P.E steady mobbin

Ay she coming through for the dick, say she steady throbbin

Say he back to back with them hits, young nigga steady droppin

I don't be surprised about shit, know I got hella options

Ay my white boy shoot shit, he some like Chandler Parsons

Torchin shit like big brother, lil ho, I'm an Arson

Hot shit get em men down like he Work at Target

How I'm gon' get snake if none of my niggas flauging

Fuck around and show, a hot nigga, I pop shit

Get a nigga picked off like a locksmith

Sending pops pics through the mail, he like, you hot shit

I ain't feeling like I made it till gang come kit

Huh, niggas bottom of the bag, crumbs

When you eating chips, say these niggas bums

Fuck around, have you and your shooter run when they peep the drum

Nah, stupid, this ain't no chicken wing

I'm on the road to getting richer, we call it chicken tings

I like hoes who fuck and go, we don't do strings

Huh, unless it's on their panties

When it come to foreplay, lil' bitch get fancy

Throw that pussy on me, bae, bet I catch it like Randy

Huh, she ate the dick, now and later like the candy

Huh, ayy, sweet-ass nigga, hmm

Nah, I couldn't be it

A snitch-ass nigga, I wouldn't even wanna see it

Fuck around and whack that boy, they ain't have no idea

They ain't have no idea

They ain't have no idea

Fuck around, show him he bitch-made, that boy Madea

I got some shit that end a running back career

I need a bad bitch, something like Sasha Fierce

A.P.E The Gang