| You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga
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| You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga
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| You’s a nasty nigga
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| You’s a trashy nigga
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| You’s a nasty nigga
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| You’s a trashy nigga
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| You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga
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| You’s a nast, nas, nasty, nigga
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| She ride it, she top me, she freaky, she bout it
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| She crazy, she violent, she dripping, it’s fountain, I smack it
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| She pull it, she bite it, no scratching, it’s target
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| Practice, keep a ratchet
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| Tap out when I tap it
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| Crossed like a Catholic
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| Diamonds all in my fabric
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| These niggas is so average
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| I’m all in my peas and carrots
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| Ain’t thinking about no marriage
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| You livin' vicariously through me bitch why you starin'
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| Damn, I fucked some thot hoes
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| But I gotta keep that on the low
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| Them screenshots be ammo
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| Just blew my load wearing Rambo
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| The grant game told her sip slow
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| Wildin' chain in this Vietraw
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| Her head strong, hedgehog
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| Hell yea, I blew her head off
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| Feds watchin' so I sped off
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| Crawl back to me cut the legs off
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| Broke is a joke wipe the smirk off
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| I don’t drink no Smirnoff
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| You niggas shop at the surplus
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| Boss up get your dollars up
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| Fuck her once I don’t follow up
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| You’s a nasty nigga, (haha)
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| You’s a trashy nigga
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| You’s a nasty nigga, (augh)
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| You’s a trashy nigga, (bih)
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| You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga
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| You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga
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| (She said,)
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| You’s a nasty nigga, (haha)
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| You’s a trashy nigga
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| You’s a nasty nigga, (augh)
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| You’s a trashy nigga, (haha)
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| You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga
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| You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga, (augh)
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| I’m a nasty nigga
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| She love nasty niggas
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| All of that ass in my face
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| Don’t feel bad my nigga
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| Fuckin with no brakes
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| Crash in the pillows
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| All of my beach they bang, I cum on the instrumental
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| Do it my dirt is simple
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| Pull up on a thot
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| Flexin' on my ops
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| Hittin that milly rock
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| Hot boy in the hot
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| Glaciers all in my watch
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| Making her best friend watch
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| I might, might go live
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| I got, no time, bitch, ride it like you don’t drive
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| Hop up on your good foot, spit on it, shoeshine
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| In the booth, I go caboose if the track fire
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| I end that, flatline, rotate hoes like spare tires
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| Five flames, but the heatwave, car painted and the feet suede
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| In the strip club, I go, T-Pain
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| Stay in your lane, cause heat lane
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| I’m the nigga that can’t be traced
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| Spray in your face, no face paint
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| Your baby mama always say
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| You’s a nasty nigga, haha
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| You’s a trashy nigga
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| You’s a nasty nigga, augh
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| You’s a trashy nigga, bih
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| You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga
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| You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga
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| (She said,)
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| You’s a nasty nigga, haha
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| You’s a trashy nigga
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| You’s a nasty nigga, augh
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| You’s a trashy nigga, bih
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| You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga
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| You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga, augh |