Lyrics:
you've never been caught, boy you must be lucky
But don't go parkin by my tires, you better hush puppy
They never catch us all, it'll never stop
Any
with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, want to pull up tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in
Now she wants see D (nasty)
Roll up my sleeve and I've got 'em all watching
Nsg with the watches, yeah, I got options (jheeze)
All that talk
We finna Run Down on him
Fuck yo barber erase yo temp
Play wit me you gon get zipped
Young nigga flyer than a blimp
Big dog, you a shrimp
This 30 got
[benzino]
Get anybody on your roster who could freak with Ray
Obie Trice you a busta I don't think you wanna play
[echoes whilst obie is talking]
breaks through all hasty
Bitch you talk too much
Think those words you serve
Half-baked by a basted white boy from the 'burbs (I'm just trying to write)
to Won is nasty
drive by
two guns out the window
bustin' from the back seat
hit the deck and get ghost
coast to coast, world wide
Pace comin with toast
Hoovers
Lets get all of this moola and count it perfect like shula
And put our feet up and probably have Hennessey and hookah
I’m nasty with the flow I
get fucked up
Yeah O-town baby
(Thank you)
[Southstar]
Listen close Orlando and only about Mickey (Nah)
A tourist a group of boys looking pretty
We
get them in them pants
She sexy who yo fuckin friend
We ain't doin nun wrong
Can I slide in
Big blunts
Big drank
Oh we vibin
Living lavish
Bitches nasty
Never miss, dawg
I get hard to reach when I'm pissed off
I can't trust my dawg cause he switched up
I'm gon' cut you off, you try to do me wrong
If
What good is havin a head and not no brains?
She asked me if I know 50 and who made "Tipsy"
Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy
She dizzy
the Romeo role and she'll crush you like crackers
Nine days, night's, don't come twice
You gotta stay in control and on top
You get two for one
ain't wanna fuck with gang
You ain't fuck with us
I'ma get that brain by any means be in the back of the bus
That boy in his gang they don't fuck with us
caught a fatigue
'Cause y'all are hollow like the bottom of this bottle of Beam
Don't get caught in between, I'm real nasty with it
One gut punch
rounds of that awful slop, I laid down for the night
And this ole’ corn fed country boys fat belly wasn’t feelin’ right
So I lifted up in my metal bunk
around with a megaphone while jacking off with your jacket off
I'm too busy catching perps I don't have the time for your perverted nasty thoughts
I gotta
follow, to get a follow back on
I liked seven pics - to see if she would take the bait
Hell yeah she did - she liked eight
Low key, Ivory was a big fan
Yeah, so, it happened again and uhh
We really got to get to the bottom of this (Jesus I can't believe this)
Cause, you know, that's nasty (That's gross
You try and test me and ill show you how my four five is
Nasty and to the cortex is what it will take come get a taste and I'll properly put you right
boy it must be cold
Cause in due time your relevance is absent and your shit gets old
I had to be rude you came at my crew throwing them deuce
me ven
Traigo a mucha muñequita pidiendo que sea su Ken
Y no hablemos de la plata que esa me sobra también
Hater keep on hatin i tell'im get out mah
know the fuckin scene
Yet you flexing with supreme
Yeah you wanna fuck me over
Then it’s all by any means
I’mma keep on chasing green
While you losers
tracy
I'm just tryin get myself a brand new AP
And I'm so nasty
This pussy save niggas, its a vigilante
Make sure you wrap it up cause you ain't gone
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