Lyrics Sassy by LightSkinKeisha

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Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

I need a nasty lil' b*t*h (Lil' b*t*h)
Poking when she walk past me lil' b*t*h (Poking), yeah (Yeah)
I need a nasty lil' b*t*h (Lil' b*t*h)
Smart mouth, real sa**y lil' b*t*h (Real sa**y), yeah
Yeah, I need a real hood n***a (N***a)
Big bands in his pants, he got real figures (Big bands)
Yeah, I need a real hood n***a (N***a)
In the trap every day with the drug dealers, yeah

I need a bad red b*t*h from the other side (Side)
Freak b*t*h, eat the d**k while a n***a drive (Drive)
She said "Baby, I'ma catch it all, don't panic" (Don't panic)
She keep my kids in her mouth, I call it co-parenting
I like them n***as that be toting pistols on they waist (Toting on they waist)
But he still sweet enough to let me put it on his face (Put it on his face)
Bend it over, let him put his icing on my cake
Then I make him it eat it up like he Anna Mae (Eat the motherf**kin' cake)
Hit it from the back, I just like to watch it shake
I be smacking on that a** like it's patty cake (Like it's patty cake)
She gon' eat it all up, I ain't gotta say it (I ain't gotta say it)
Call me Blacc Pica**o how she let me paint her face (Paint her face)
I need a n***a who ain't really scared to spend a bag on me, yeah (Bag on me)
If I put this pu**y on him, he gon' wanna brag on me (Yeah)
Put it down so good, he gon' be keeping tabs on me (Uh-huh)
Make him run it up, I'ma make him spend a sack on me (Run it up)
Oh you a sa**y lil' b*t*h (Lil' b*t*h)
I'ma have to drop the bag on it, just to hit (Just to hit), well damn (Damn)
Oh you like Neimans and Saks Fifth? (Saks Fifth)
Well peep this, I like the way your lips feel on my d**k (Ooh), damn

I need a nasty lil' b*t*h (Lil' b*t*h)
Poking when she walk past me lil' b*t*h (Poking), yeah (Yeah)
I need a nasty lil' b*t*h (Lil' b*t*h)
Smart mouth, real sa**y lil' b*t*h (Real sa**y), yeah
Yeah, I need a real hood n***a (N***a)
Big bands in his pants, he got real figures (Big bands)
Yeah, I need a real hood n***a (N***a)
In the trap every day with the drug dealers, yeah
Yeah, the type to make him cash out
Ain't gotta have my hand out (Nah)
Don't wanna fit in with these b*t*hes 'cause I always stand out
I tell them hoes to stand down (Yeah)
My shoes is worth some bands now (Period)
Make him leave his main b*t*h, got him claiming he my man now
Oh, you arrogant (arrogant)
Tryna embarra** me (Embarra** me)
Well I'ma beat that pu**y up, I can't cherish it (Cherish it)
I ain't with that sucker sh*t, she know what it is (What it is)
When I pull it out, she gon' make it disappear (Disappear)
He want a nasty b*t*h (Uh huh)
Sometimes get ratchet b*t*h (B*t*h)
F**k being cla**y b*t*h (Nah)
He want a savage b*t*h (Savage)
Only f**king with them n***as with them big bankrolls (Yeah)
Type to grab his pistol when he hear that knocking at the door, let's go

I need a nasty lil' b*t*h (Lil' b*t*h)
Poking when she walk past me lil' b*t*h (Poking), yeah (Yeah)
I need a nasty lil' b*t*h (Lil' b*t*h)
Smart mouth, real sa**y lil' b*t*h (Real sa**y), yeah
Yeah, I need a real hood n***a (N***a)
Big bands in his pants, he got real figures (Big bands)
Yeah, I need a real hood n***a (N***a)
In the trap every day with the drug dealers, yeah