NAT NAT lyrics

by

Yung Boi Rob


[Intro]
Rat-ass ho
Rat-ass b*tch with the rat-ass clothes
Same young n*gga from the backdoor (Dirty Sosa)
Same young n*gga from the backdoor

[Verse]
I'm in Miami with my dogs, yeah, we going up
You claim a hood that you ain't from, boy, why you throw it up?
She drink it all up in the club and now she throwing up
Damn lil' b*tch, are you a kid? Start growing up
Now let me pause real quick
Oh, she bad and she thick, I need it all real quick
She want that brand new Louis bag, let's hit the mall real quick
Sike, the f*ck do I look like? Santa Claus, lil' b*tch
Better watch out for my n*ggas, we on some sh*t, for real
Why y'all n*ggas get me started?
Man, I nutted on her face, it look like some art
Comme des up on my shirt, I ain't got no hеart
My n*gga Chaz in the scat, the roof got the stars
Baby, don't hop in this whip if you ain't 'bout to
Nеvermind, let me stop that sh*t, pop my sh*t
The sh*t that I put on, you can't cop this sh*t
I rock my sh*t like nobody else
Get this sh*t up out the mud, I ain't need nobody help
Keep the .9 in my pants or I might put it in my belt
Depending where I'm at
If I'm up in the burbs or if I'm up in the trap
Oh, that's sister? I miss her, so she finna get smacked
pus*y so good, it put me to sleep, I just took a nap
She a nat-nat, hair done, ass done, ass fat
But she a rat-rat
[Outro]
Rat-ass ho
Rat-ass b*tch with the rat-ass clothes
Same young n*gga from the backdoor
Same young n*gga from the backdoor
Same young n*gga
She a rat-rat
Rat-rat, nat-nat
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net