Nasty Nasty Kevin

Nasty Nasty Kevin
Hit me in my whip, that bitch nasty Bad bitch, but her attitude nasty Ooh ooh she the swoop, don't kiss her, that bitch nasty I'm just lookin' for some thots, bitch I'm nasty Nasty, nasty, nasty (ooh ooh that's my song ho) Nasty, nasty, nasty (ooh ooh that's my song ho) Nasty, nasty, nasty (ooh ooh that's my song ho That's my song ho, that's my song ho) Ooh ooh, that's my song ho Hold up, tell me what you're mad for Tell me something I don't know Trapping with a band, that's a no-show Stick up in the club with the rocket Ain't tryna cuff a bitch, I ain't got time He said I ain't got no money This nigga's so funny, need a re-Vine Nat Nat suck dick without stopping Dancin' with all the roaches in her apartment You can show her checks, she drop her garments You can tell she licking and she a pro widdit Nigga gotta keep a band on me And a pistol, just in case a nigga want it So when I hit it and I whip it in the xan-bar suite I opened up the door cause it's time for mommy, ayy Woulda, coulda, I don't get tired Fussing about it, (Look at this!) recompressing It shouldn't have been cut at the bottom Pot full of powder Parliaments supposed to be jumping up out it Why you be frowning, huh? You know you ain't bout it, your girl on my johnson Go hanging with [?] I say nothing about it DMing my Instagram, want me to pound her? Come with them thousands, I flood you with ounces I used to be jacking straight out public housing Run in your shop and we jump on the counter Thumbin' through hundreds with no money counter Buy a new whip, I equip with equipment My trunk [?] and she like how it's sounding Mastered the chickens, she really gets down I don't get tired, meaning no time for lounging' I don't get tired Me and lil mama gon eat each other out, and that's a 69 And I swear to god that's the only time she ain't a dime Baby girl, let's make a porno, you are the star case Marco walked in, clean as fuck, tryna do the nasty Rich Homie say she the swoooop And I want that hat long, hat like a [?] She want that mother nature, rain on her roof And then she with my dog like ruff Hey, swagging like, she a natnat, leave her in the dark, termite Suck my pipe, like a motherfucking J at night Swagger right, check, ay And I got a black ho with a long neck Give me head better than Becky
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Hit me in my whip, that bitch nasty
Bad bitch, but her attitude nasty
Ooh ooh she the swoop, don't kiss her, that bitch nasty
I'm just lookin' for some thots, bitch I'm nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty (ooh ooh that's my song ho)
Nasty, nasty, nasty (ooh ooh that's my song ho)
Nasty, nasty, nasty (ooh ooh that's my song ho
That's my song ho, that's my song ho)

Ooh ooh, that's my song ho
Hold up, tell me what you're mad for
Tell me something I don't know
Trapping with a band, that's a no-show
Stick up in the club with the rocket
Ain't tryna cuff a bitch, I ain't got time
He said I ain't got no money
This nigga's so funny, need a re-Vine
Nat Nat suck dick without stopping
Dancin' with all the roaches in her apartment
You can show her checks, she drop her garments
You can tell she licking and she a pro widdit
Nigga gotta keep a band on me
And a pistol, just in case a nigga want it
So when I hit it and I whip it in the xan-bar suite
I opened up the door cause it's time for mommy, ayy
Woulda, coulda, I don't get tired
Fussing about it, (Look at this!) recompressing
It shouldn't have been cut at the bottom
Pot full of powder
Parliaments supposed to be jumping up out it
Why you be frowning, huh?
You know you ain't bout it, your girl on my johnson
Go hanging with [?] I say nothing about it
DMing my Instagram, want me to pound her?
Come with them thousands, I flood you with ounces
I used to be jacking straight out public housing
Run in your shop and we jump on the counter
Thumbin' through hundreds with no money counter
Buy a new whip, I equip with equipment
My trunk [?] and she like how it's sounding
Mastered the chickens, she really gets down
I don't get tired, meaning no time for lounging'
I don't get tired
Me and lil mama gon eat each other out, and that's a 69
And I swear to god that's the only time she ain't a dime
Baby girl, let's make a porno, you are the star case
Marco walked in, clean as fuck, tryna do the nasty
Rich Homie say she the swoooop
And I want that hat long, hat like a [?]
She want that mother nature, rain on her roof
And then she with my dog like ruff
Hey, swagging like, she a natnat, leave her in the dark, termite
Suck my pipe, like a motherfucking J at night
Swagger right, check, ay
And I got a black ho with a long neck
Give me head better than Becky
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Coyne I've taken out your dog, your pet rabbit and your frog I've opened all your mail, you realise you could go to jail You can scream and scream and scream But you still shattered my every dream Chorus: You're nasty, so nasty (x2) Nasty (x4) Tell me why you're so nasty to me I've waited days for you, ain't going to wait on long holidays too Left me in charge, left your poodles at large It's me who has to wipe up the mess Next thing I know you'll have me wearing a dress, no fair now Chorus I've done everything I can, now you say I'm not a man Ask me why should I care, I don't know why but I want to share Stocks and shares you've got, before I'm gone, I'll have the lot Sounds bad but it's true Chorus You have to draw the line, shatter, shatter the ?? Back to my mother and father Back to my homosexual brother Let's get back into my normal mess I can discard my expensive dress Tell me now Chorus Nasty, nasty to me (ad lib)
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