Lyrics

You's a nasty, uh
Nasty, uh, nasty **** (Eh)
You's a nasty, uh
Nasty, uh, nasty ****
(Nasty, uh)
You's a nasty ****
(You's a nasty ****)
You's a trashy ****
(You's a trashy ****)
You's a nasty ****
(You's a nasty ****)
You's a trashy ****
(You's a trashy ****)
You's a nasty, uh
Nasty, uh, nasty **** (Eh)
You's a nas-ass-a-ass-asty ****
(Nasty, uh)
She ride it, she top me
She freaky, she 'bout it
She crazy, she violent
She drippin', it's fountain
I smack it, she pull it
She bite it, no scratchin'
It's target practice, keep a ratchet
Tap out when I tap it
Crossed like a Catholic
Diamonds all in my fabric
These **** is so average
I'm all in my peas and carrots
Ain't thinkin' 'bout no marriage
You livin' vicariously through me
That's why you starin'
Damn, I fucked some thot hoes
But gotta keep that on the low
Them screenshots be ammo
Just blew my load wearin' Rambo
The grant game told her sip slow
Wildin' chain in this Vietraw
Her head strong, hedgehog
Hell yeah, 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 **** shop at the surplus
Boss up, get your dollars up
Fuck her once, I don't follow up
You's a nasty **** (Ha)
You's a trashy ****
You's a nasty **** (Ha)
You's a trashy ****
You's a nasty, uh
Nasty, uh, nasty **** (Eh)
You's a nasty, uh
Nasty, uh, nasty ****
(Nasty, uh)
(She said)
You's a nasty ****
(You's a nasty ****)
You's a trashy ****
(You's a trashy ****)
You's a nasty ****
(You's a nasty ****)
You's a trashy ****
(You's a trashy ****)
You's a nasty, uh
Nasty, uh, nasty **** (Eh)
You's a nas-ass-a-ass-asty **** (Ha)
I'm a nasty ****
She love nasty ****
All of that ass in my face
Don't feel bad my ****
Fuckin' with no brakes
Crash in the pillows
All of my beats, they bang
I cum on the instrumental
Doin' my dirt is simple
Pull up on a thot
Flexin' on my opps
Hittin' that Milly Rock (Woo)
Pop, boilin' hot
Glaciers all in my watch (My watch)
Making her best friend watch (Watch)
I might, might go live (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 caboose if the track fire
I end that, flatline
Rotate hoes like spare tires, ha
Five flames, put the heatwave
Car painted and the feet swing
In the strip club, I go, T-Pain
Stay in your lane, 'cause he lame
I'm the **** they can't retrace
Spray in your face, no face paint
Your baby momma always say
You's a nasty **** (Ha)
You's a trashy **** (Yeah)
You's a nasty **** (Ha)
You's a trashy ****
You's a nasty, uh
Nasty, uh, nasty **** (Eh)
You's a nasty, uh
Nasty, uh, nasty ****
(Nasty, uh)
(She said)
You's a nasty ****
(You's a nasty ****)
You's a trashy ****
(You's a trashy ****)
You's a nasty ****
(You's a nasty ****)
You's a trashy ****
(You's a trashy ****)
You's a nasty, uh
Nasty, uh, nasty **** (Eh)
You's a nas-ass-a-ass-asty ****
(Nasty, uh)
(Nasty ****, nasty ****)
Written by: Jeremy Hawkins, Micheal Ray Stevenson
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