Nasty lyrics

[Intro]
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I'm a nasty n*gga
b*tch im a cold gunner
I keep this yeeky on me
b*tch I'll blow sum
And if a n*gga acting hard I'll hold sum
7 demonstration have LT come and blow sum

b*tch I need a 10 ball I ain't f*cking for free
You better get it out yo' booty I can't settle for cheek
Slap a n*gga with my right hand I'm feeling like 3
Call Lil' Trev we drop a 4 you know it ain't cheap

b*tch I slid in through the south with a hunnid to squeeze
Cut the Mikey Bentley Hondas I got sumn to eat
The only thing that I'm ducking is a tass on they sweep
And I can't even trust this b*tch
These hoes gon fag in a week

I gotta play my cards right so my bag can increase
Baby get your passport and I'll show you new things
Gooney with the rara it ain no cap when I speak
(Hahh)
You ain with the rara it ain no cap when I speak...
(It's Stunna Girl the motherf*cking girly you hear mе?)

Stunning on b*tches thas the typa sh*t I do
Ion do the rеmy-hair flew in from Peru
And I'd rather have Chanel but the Gucci bag boo
Matter of fact, f*ck that. Grab the Gucci bag too

And my pus*y soaking wet like I hopped out a pool
And his head game stupid like he dropped out of school
I (?) down baby come and send a wire through
Imma do the n*gga nasty when I'm off that 42

But Ian finna touch the di*k that n*gga dropped that di*k in you
Told him put his mouth on it show me what that mouth do
What that mouth do n*gga what that mouth do?
He ate my (ahh) and he licked my pus*y too hahh
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