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Nasty Boy

Yeah, word I remember I met this one bitch

'Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty motherfucker

I just thought I thought I'da did anything in the world (yeah?)

I meets this one bitch, I comes up in the spot, or whatever

The bitch got the candles lit or whatever, so

She tell me whatever she wanna get her freak on whatever

So I'm like whats up, whatchu wanna yaknahmsayin

I'm read to wear it out or whatever (kss)

The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her!

Ya know shit I was like whatchu mean shit?

I mean I might shit on you after I, hit it I won't call you no more

Shit on you like that

She talkin' about no she want me to cock over her

And shit, on her stomach!

I said bitch what the, what the fuck??

What the fuck I'm sposed to do after I after I shit on her

I'm s'posed to hit that after that?

She's just wilding out so after I shits on the bitch right

Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitch

The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever (Oh shit!)

Come on, yeah come on, yeah

Come on, yeah come on, yeah

Come on, yeah come on, yeah

Come on, yeah come on, yeah

Come on, yeah come on, yeah

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew

Representin' on the freaky freaky

Fuck em all day fuck em all night

We don't love these hoes

Uh, I go, on and on and on and

Don't take them to the crib unless they bonin'

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 fo'

Left the club tipsy, say no mo'

Except how I'm gettin' home, tomorrow

Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uh

Back of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh)

Man She split a drink on my cream Wallows

Reach the gate, hungry just ate

Riffin', she got to be to work by eight

This must mean she ain't tryin' to 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, aow!

Threw that back out, in the parking lot

By a Cherokee and a green drop-top

And I don't stop, until I squirt

Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work

[Chorus]

I remember we, went to Tennessee

Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone

Bitch named Symone

Screamin', she feenin', for the semen

Me bein, the man that I am

Took it 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 (mm)

Sex is drama, head to trauma

Rip pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow

Satisfyin' all my needs twice

With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice

The bitch is nice, word is bond

Can't wait to put my niggas on, what, what?

[Chorus]

Ladies, my Mercedes

Hold fo' in the back, two if your fat

Keep a gat, cause cats, try to test me

They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley

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

Cartier jeans look like they painted on

Ask thee, leave it up to me

Lay her on back ever so gently

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

Cristal just 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 keeps foldin? Uhh

[Chorus]

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written by Combs, Sean / Wallace, Christopher / Jordan, Steven A

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