Nasty Boy

Yeah, word

I remember

I met this one bitch'

Cause you know me

I don't see how

I'm the nasty motherfucker

I just thought

I thought

I'da did anything in the world(Yeah)

I meets this one bitch,

I comes up in the spot, or whatever

The bitch got the candles lit or whatever

So she tell me whatever she wanna get her freak on whatever

So I'm like whassup whatchu wanna yaknahmsayin'

I'm read to wear it out or whatever

The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her

Ya know shit

I was like whatchu mean shit?

I mean I might shit on you after

I, hit it

I won't call you no more

Shit on you like that

She talkin' about no she want me to cock over her

And shit, on her stomach

I said, bitch what the, what the fuck?

What the fuck

I'm sposed to do after

I, after I shit on her

I'm sposed to hit that after that?

She's just wilding out so after

I shits on the bitch right

Ya know I shit, after

I shits on the bitch

The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever(Ohh shit)

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Uhh, I go, on and on and on and

Then take her to the crib and let your bone in

Easy, call 'em on the phone and platinum channel cologne and

I stay, dressed, to impress

Spark these bitches interest

Sex is all

I expectIf they watch

TV in the

Lex, they know

They know, quarter past fo'

Left the club tipsy, say no mo'

Except how

I'm gettin' home, tomorrow

Caesar drop you off when he see his

P.O., uhhBack of my mind

I hope she swallow(Uh huh)

Man, she split a drink on my cream

WallowsReach the gate, hungry just ate

Riffin', she got to be to work by eight

This must mean she ain't tryin' to wait

Conversate, sex on the first date

I stateYou know what you do to me

She starts, "Well, but I don't usually"

Then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt

Step out, show me what you all about

Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse

Pull your

G-string down

South, aooww

Threw that back out, in the parking lot

By a Cherokee and a green drop-top

And I don't stop, until

I squirtJeans skirt butt-naked it all work

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

I remember we, went to

TennesseeThen we came home, mad messages was on my phone

Bitch named

SymoneScreamin', she feenin', for the semen

Me bein', the man that

I amTook it to her condo, pronto

Half Indian, called her

TontoRoll the kronk ton in the dark pronto

A few puffs, eyes got low

And off to the bedroom we go mmm

Sex is drama, word to mama

Rip pajamas

I'ma stay to tomorrow

Satisfyin' all my needs twice

With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice

The bitch is nice, word is bond

Can't wait to put my niggaz on, what, what?

You nasty boy, you

You nasty boy, you

You nasty boy, you

You nasty boy, you

You nasty boy, you

You nasty boy, you

You nasty boy, you

Ladies, my

MercedesHold fo' in the back, two if they fat

Keep a gat, 'cause cats, try to test me

They just fans like

DeNiro, Wesley

Let's see, the bitch

I'm waitin' on

Gaudier jeans jeans look like they painted on

Ask thee, leave it up to me

Lay her on back ever so gently

She like the way the dough fold up, rolls roll up

Cristal just throw up, bitch grow up

Hold up, there's

DeGeneroDripped out, iceberg

CaperoIntro goes without speaking

Call me Caese 'cause

I keep 'em, we can go freakin'

All weekend, so, roll in

Ain't it good that my

Lex keeps foldin'?

Uhh