Nasty Nasty

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You's a trashy nigga

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You's a trashy nigga

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You's a nas-nas-nas-nas-nas-nas-nasty, nigga

She ride it, she top me, she freaky, she bout it

She crazy, she violent, she dripping

It's fountain, I smack it

She pull it, she bite it, no scratching, it's target

Practice, keep a ratchet

Tap out when I tap it

Crossed like a Catholic

Diamonds all in my fabric

These niggas is so average

I'm all in my peas and carrots

Ain't thinking about no marriage

You livin' vicariously through me that's why you starin'

Damn, I fucked some thot hoes

But I gotta keep that on the low

Them screenshots be ammo

Just blew my load wearing rambo

The grant game told her sip slow

Wildin' chain in this variole

Head game strong, hedgehog

Hell yea, I blew her head off

Feds watchin so I sped off

Crawl back to me cut the legs off

Broke is a joke wipe the smirk off

I don't drink no Smirnoff

You niggas shop at the surplus

Boss up get your dollars up

Fuck her once I don't follow up

You's a nasty nigga, haha

You's a trashy nigga

You's a nasty nigga,

You's a trashy nigga, bih

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(She said)

You's a nasty nigga

You's a trashy nigga

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You's a nas-nas-nas-nas-nas-nas-nasty, nigga

I'm a nasty nigga

She love nasty niggas

All of that ass in my face

Don't feel bad my nigga

Fuckin with no brakes

Crash in the pillows

All of my beach they bang, I cum on the instrumental

Do it my dirt is simple

Pull up on a thot

Flexin' on my ops

Hittin that milly rock

Hot boy in the hot

Glaciers all in my watch

Making her best friend watch

I might, might go live

I got, no time, bitch, ride it like you don't drive

Hop up on your good foot, spit on it, shoeshine

In the booth, I, go abusive to track five

I end that, flatline, rotate hoes like spare tires

Five flames, but the heatwave

Car painted and the feet suede

In the strip club I go T-Pain

Stay in your lane, cause heat lane

I'm the nigga that can't be traced

Spray in your face, no face paint

Your baby mama always say

You's a nasty nigga

You's a trashy nigga

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You's a trashy nigga, bih

You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga

You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga

(She said)

You's a nasty nigga

You's a trashy nigga

You's a nasty nigga

You's a trashy nigga

You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga

You's a nas-nas-nas-nas-nas-nas-nasty, nigga