Nasty Boy

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Come on, yeah, come on, come on

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

I go on and, on and, on and

Don't take 'em to the crib unless they boning

Easy, call 'em on the phone, and

Platinum Chanel cologne, and

I stay dressed to impress

Spark these bitches' interest

Sex is all I expect

If they watch TV in the Lex, they know

They know quarter past four

Left the club tipsy, say no more

Except how I'm getting home tomorrow

Caesar drop you off when he see his PO, uh

Back of my mind, I hope she swallow

Man, she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows

Reach the gate, hungry, just ate

Riffing, she got to be to work by eight

This must mean she ain't tryna wait

Conversate, sex on the first date, I state

You know what you do to me

She starts off, well, I don't usually

Then I whipped it out, rubber, no doubt

Step out, show me what you all about

Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse

Pull your G string down south

Threw that back out in the parking lot

By a Cherokee and a green drop top

And I don't stop until I squirt

Jean skirt, butt naked, it all work

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty (****, you so nasty)

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty (****, you so nasty)

I remember we went to Tennessee

Then we came home

Mad messages was on my phone

Bitch named Simone

Screaming, she feigning for the semen

Me being the man that I am

Took her to her condo pronto

Half Indian, I called her Tonto

Roll the chron' chron' in the dark pronto

Few puffs, eyes got low

And off to the bedroom we go

Sex is drama, head is trauma

Ripped pajamas, I'ma stay till tomorrow

Satisfying all my needs twice

With some whipped cream, handcuffs and ice

The bitch is nice, word is bond

Can't wait to put my **** on, what? What?

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty (****, you so nasty)

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty (****, you so nasty)

Ladies, my Mercedes

Hold four in the back, two if you're fat

Keep a gat for cats that try fi test me

They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley

Let's see, the bitch I'm waiting on

Cartier jeans look like they're painted on

Ask P, leave it up to me

Lay her on her back ever so gently

She like the way the dough fold up, Rolls roll up

Cristal till she throw up, bitch, grow up

Hold up, there's DeGenero

Dripped out, Iceberg apparel

Intro goes without speaking

Call me Cease 'cause I keep 'em, we can go freakin'

All weekend, so roll in

Ain't it good that my Lex seats folding? Uhh

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty (****, you so nasty)...