Sasha (feat. 6ix Cheese)
RIP to Follies you can catch me at Onyx
Johnnie Walker whisky you can tell that I'm on it
Only hit my bitches when they not with the drama
She rapping my lyrics like she Sasha Obama
Yeah you know the saying money talks with no debate
That's what got you showing late to every class at Georgia State
Who give a shit make it shake
All them squats done got you thick
You is everything they ain't
They ain't nothing that you is
You pursued by every rapper trapper scammer in Atlanta
But you fell in love with green like St. Patty's in Savannah
So much smarter than these niggas
So much harder than these niggas
You just whisper in his ear make his money disappear
Voila
Magic
Black lingerie matching
Speed fast won't crash it
That could get you established
Edgewood Ave what's hannin'
Take a sip from the chalice
Take the dick with no mattress
Take the dick with no mattress
I want that pum pum to pop
I want a piece of the pie
I want that cream of the crop
I wanna
I wanna see what you got
I need that straight from the top
Take a shot gimme top whoa
She don't even eat meat Fetta just fed her a salad
Young bitch I'm yo daddy I don't care that you ratchet
I could hit yo mami she look just an actress
I put the money up the money up I stuff it right in the mattress
Half of me just wanna put it back in the back
The rest of me just wanna go like savage and stab it
I just wanna liberate the Black people in Macon
I just had the pack I flew it right down to Macon
Bitch I came from Clarkston but I'm in the Decatur
Eastside get my plays off bitch I feel like a Pacer
I don't smoke that reggie bitch I jump like Za Morant
You a ant lead me straight into your camp
When I catch these niggas lackin' bitch I light up like a lamp
Get me amped it feel like rackeys on my cap
Lead me in the wrong direction but I promise I get back
Provolone ran out the back with all your bitches and your packs
RIP to Follies you can catch me at Onyx
Johnnie Walker whisky you can tell that I'm on it
Only hit my bitches when they not with the drama
She rapping my lyrics like she Sasha Obama
Sasha Obama
She rapping my lyrics like she Sasha Obama
Sasha Obama
She rapping my lyrics like she Sasha Obama
Johnnie Walker whisky you can tell that I'm on it
Only hit my bitches when they not with the drama
She rapping my lyrics like she Sasha Obama
Yeah you know the saying money talks with no debate
That's what got you showing late to every class at Georgia State
Who give a shit make it shake
All them squats done got you thick
You is everything they ain't
They ain't nothing that you is
You pursued by every rapper trapper scammer in Atlanta
But you fell in love with green like St. Patty's in Savannah
So much smarter than these niggas
So much harder than these niggas
You just whisper in his ear make his money disappear
Voila
Magic
Black lingerie matching
Speed fast won't crash it
That could get you established
Edgewood Ave what's hannin'
Take a sip from the chalice
Take the dick with no mattress
Take the dick with no mattress
I want that pum pum to pop
I want a piece of the pie
I want that cream of the crop
I wanna
I wanna see what you got
I need that straight from the top
Take a shot gimme top whoa
She don't even eat meat Fetta just fed her a salad
Young bitch I'm yo daddy I don't care that you ratchet
I could hit yo mami she look just an actress
I put the money up the money up I stuff it right in the mattress
Half of me just wanna put it back in the back
The rest of me just wanna go like savage and stab it
I just wanna liberate the Black people in Macon
I just had the pack I flew it right down to Macon
Bitch I came from Clarkston but I'm in the Decatur
Eastside get my plays off bitch I feel like a Pacer
I don't smoke that reggie bitch I jump like Za Morant
You a ant lead me straight into your camp
When I catch these niggas lackin' bitch I light up like a lamp
Get me amped it feel like rackeys on my cap
Lead me in the wrong direction but I promise I get back
Provolone ran out the back with all your bitches and your packs
RIP to Follies you can catch me at Onyx
Johnnie Walker whisky you can tell that I'm on it
Only hit my bitches when they not with the drama
She rapping my lyrics like she Sasha Obama
Sasha Obama
She rapping my lyrics like she Sasha Obama
Sasha Obama
She rapping my lyrics like she Sasha Obama
Credits
Writer(s): Kaleb Faison
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