Sassy lyrics

[Intro: Blacc Zacc]
Yeah
Yeah
IMixNation for real
Yeah
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc & LightSkinKeisha]
I need a nasty lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch)
Poking when she walk past me lil' b*tch (Poking), yeah (Yeah)
I need a nasty lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch)
Smart mouth, real sassy lil' b*tch (Real sassy), yeah
Yeah, I need a real hood n*gga (n*gga)
Big bands in his pants, he got real figures (Big bands)
Yeah, I need a real hood n*gga (n*gga)
In the trap every day with the drug dealers, yeah

[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc & LightSkinKeisha]
I need a bad red b*tch from the other side (Side)
Freak b*tch, eat the di*k while a n*gga 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*ggas 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*ckin' cake)
Hit it from the back, I just like to watch it shake
I be smacking on that ass 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 Picasso how she let me paint her face (Paint her face)
I need a n*gga who ain't really scared to spend a bag on me, yeah (Bag on me)
If I put this pus*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 sassy lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch)
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 di*k (Ooh), damn

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc & LightSkinKeisha]
I need a nasty lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch)
Poking when she walk past me lil' b*tch (Poking), yeah (Yeah)
I need a nasty lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch)
Smart mouth, real sassy lil' b*tch (Real sassy), yeah
Yeah, I need a real hood n*gga (n*gga)
Big bands in his pants, he got real figures (Big bands)
Yeah, I need a real hood n*gga (n*gga)
In the trap every day with the drug dealers, yeah
[Verse 2: LightSkinKeisha & Blacc Zacc]
Yeah, the type to make him cash out
Ain't gotta have my hand out (Nah)
Don't wanna fit in with these b*tches '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*tch, got him claiming he my man now
Oh, you arrogant (arrogant)
Tryna embarrass me (Embarrass me)
Well I'ma beat that pus*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*tch (Uh huh)
Sometimes get ratchet b*tch (b*tch)
f*ck being classy b*tch (Nah)
He want a savage b*tch (Savage)
Only f*cking with them n*ggas with them big bankrolls (Yeah)
Type to grab his pistol when he hear that knocking at the door, let's go

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc & LightSkinKeisha]
I need a nasty lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch)
Poking when she walk past me lil' b*tch (Poking), yeah (Yeah)
I need a nasty lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch)
Smart mouth, real sassy lil' b*tch (Real sassy), yeah
Yeah, I need a real hood n*gga (n*gga)
Big bands in his pants, he got real figures (Big bands)
Yeah, I need a real hood n*gga (n*gga)
In the trap every day with the drug dealers, yeah