Search results for 'The Sass Medal'

chased, yeah it broke, no sass
I pay for your damn rent, stay humble, bottom class
I'm destined to go fast as fuck, that's just a fact
In the escape going

the last
In a Benz that's a class and a girl full of sass
Walking round yo city with your girl like a sax
And I gotta keep it real
I'on care how you feel

Big ol' stack of cash, acquiring mass
Eating the ass of the working class
Drinking some blood from a shot glass
Don't give me sass, bud, mow my grass

just to throw your shade and sass
I know you're tryna strut with all that clout, but darling, you ain't going further with that
(You're so cute, oh