Nasty

Ooh

Retro my 3's, Saint Laurent shirt
Handle my problems when they occur
Put her in Prada 'cause I'm proud of her
Drivin' the 'ghini, my hand up her skirt
She ask me, "Do you want half of this Perc?"
She must not know me, I told her, "For sure"
She pick me up when I be at my worst
Shorty in second place, she put me first
Think I'm obsessed, I'm on that ass
I text her back way too fast
Got her a truck, she ain't takin' cabs
Make me feel good and she look bad
I don't know how much better she could get
Usin' her tongue when she give me a kiss
She be so nasty, I think that she sick
Look in my eyes and she spit on the tip

(Nasty) Nasty, when I shoot she gon' catch me, yeah (Let's go)
Happy, it don't take a lot to make her happy, yeah
Ask me, there's nothin' that she can't ask me, yeah
Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah
(Nasty) Nasty, when I shoot she gon' catch me, yeah (Let's go)
Happy, it don't take a lot to make her happy, yeah
Ask me, there's nothin' that she can't ask me, (Yeah) yeah
Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah

Took long to get her, I love the chase
Backwoods and Henny, she love the taste
Her standards ain't low, but they just okay
Lay in the bed, she could smoke all day
Trust me, I could be your backbone
I'll be the one get your back blown
Never put you on my back phone
When I leave, always come back home (Back home, back home)
Right back to you with a brand new blues (Blues), yeah
Bitches try to jump her, I'm beatin' 'em blue, yeah
I put ice on her neck, I'm keepin' her cool, yeah
I'm a Scorpio, I can get nasty too

(Nasty) Nasty, when I shoot she gon' catch me, yeah (Let's go)
Happy, it don't take a lot to make her happy, yeah
Ask me, there's nothin' that she can't ask me, yeah
Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah
(Nasty) Nasty, when I shoot she gon' catch me, yeah (Let's go)
Happy, it don't take a lot to make her happy, yeah
Ask me, there's nothin' that she can't ask me, yeah
Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah