Lyrics:
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Ooh, behind them doors, she super nasty (she super nasty)
Thick bitch, love it when she throw that ass back (she throw that ass back)
Aye, ooh,
a freak
So she'll stay for the night , She won't stay for the week
Said she tryna come over but she isn't tryna sleep, No
So
Im a nasty little boy , But I
talkin to my boys
Get ya brains blowed out
Like the top of every car
We probably drive this summer we G'd Up
We G'd Up you know we G'd Up
We G'd Up you
them
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some
Hit it!
Me and the Boys
Weve lived in the shade
A reckless life
We are stricken by fate
I cant get no satisfaction
From the ordinary things in life
wallows
Reach 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
So don't get mad if I fuck and I nut quick
I'm off the chain, I'm off the key
Uncut G, Nasty As I want to Be
Chorus
Clay D:
HEYY!
Blanka Ya but
Electric static touch like Street Fighter your hair raise up
My Soundwaves up I'll Rumble your eardrums
I'll ravage your cabbage you walk
me it was, be electric
Be electric boy, be electric
Rent to the landlord baby, that's his business
That's his business, that's his business
How can I
initial
My bitch she bad and boujee man I'm talking high saddity
And she a hoe for me swear she get nasty when I'm up in it
I pride myself on being
me (nah) (and it's not)
Too far, got the XP
She bad thing, moving like electric
Gotta get to catching, tryna make a Tetris
Heh, If you know what I mean
man are selective bad boys
Some "we just wanna be accepted" bad boys
Some big whips but no electric bad boys
Think they're bad 'cause of Narcos
Na
popped one too many bottles
I'm faded
Liquor got me feeling like I'm Yonce'
Or Mrs. Henny if you nasty
I'm tryna get naked, tryna get next to you
I know in
say too skinny
If size were money honey, you wouldn't have a penny
Little boy, you're not a player
I'm your savior
To try to get at me shows
and analyze (yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal)
Come on, get on, get some
Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like, ah, ah, ah
Wake up out the bed, wrap my
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
Remember, I warned you
(@Nasty_CSA follow or go missing bitch)
How they let me (ay!), break the records like the law (break 'em)
How they let a,
all the boys wanna be my baby
6 rings on me like my last name Brady
I get a little bit high
Just enough to get by
Fighting demons in my mind
I get
G will shoot him through his Balaclava
Fucking yo girl and yo foster Mama
I know what's gonna happen like Nastradamus
Boy get out my face talking all
magnetic
When I break ties I tell em they can have it
They be telling lies why they do me nasty
Fuck it goodbye no other way to grasp it
I jus get high I
So I'm just minding my own business and then BAM!
I get send a message by some nigga
I'm like whatever so I go to check it
Bitch you know I saw
nigga
Come and see the chef
We ain't playing by the rules
Put the toolie on the refs
Snort a foul line, nigga
Been high 'bout an hour now
When I get
wouldn't have a penny
Little boy, your not a player
I'm your savior
To try to get at me, shows of gracious behavior
I have to sit on my feet to come down
hidin' in a closet
Can't tell what's goin' on outside
Sometimes we're so far off the beaten track
We'll get taken for a ride
By a parlor trick or some
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