Nasty

Ooh

Retro my 3s, Saint Laurent shirt
Handle my problems, when they occur
Put her in Prada 'cause I'm proud of her
Drivin' a Ghini my hand up her skirt
She asked me, "Do you want half of this perc?"
She must not know me, I told her, "For sure"

She pick me up when I be at my worst
Shawty in second place, she put me first
Think I'm obsessed, I'm on that
I text her back way too fast
Got her truck she ain't takin' cabs
Make me feel good and she look bad

I don't know how much better she could get
Usin' her tongue when she give me a kiss
She be so nasty, I think that she sick
Look in my eyes and she

Nasty, when I shoot she gone catch me, yeah
Happy, it don't take a lot to make her happy, yeah
Ask me, there's nothin' that she can't ask me, yeah
Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah
Nasty, when I shoot she gone catch me, yeah
Happy, it don't take a lot to make her happy, yeah
Ask me, there's nothin' that she can't ask me, yeah
Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah

Took long to get her, I love the chase
Backwoods and henny, she love the taste
Her standards ain't low but they just ok
Lay in the bed, she can smoke all day
Trust me I could be yo backbone
I'll be the one get yo back blown

Never put you in my bat phone
When I leave, always come back home
Right back to you with brand new blues, yeah
Bitches try to jump her, I'm beatin' them blue, yeah
I put ice on her neck, I'm keepin' her cool, yeah
I'ma Scorpio, I can get nasty too

Nasty, when I shoot she gone catch me, yeah
Happy, it don't take a lot to make her happy, yeah
Ask me, there's nothin' that she can't ask me, yeah
Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah
Nasty, when I shoot she gone catch me, yeah
Happy, it don't take a lot to make her happy, yeah
Ask me, there's nothin' that she can't ask me, yeah
Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Amir Esmailian, Colin Franken, Navraj Singh Goraya, Wesley Tyler Glass, Corey French
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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