Ice Spice – Fisherrr Lyrics

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 fuck my brother, I ain’t mad at you
Fuckin’ 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

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 pussy like an edible
For sure, tss
I’m off a Percocet, but lil’ mami be poppin’ that Adderall
For sure, tss
That pussy 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

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 pussy 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 fuck with me, then you fuck 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

She blow the dick like it was a flute
For sure
Pussy 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

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 fuck my brother, I ain’t mad at you
Fuckin’ 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