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3-15 – nasty lyrics


nasty (feat. alexander da f-ckin great & taye levell)

[1st verse: alexander da f-ckin’ great]
homies blowin’ tree; sippin’ on some drank
shawty gotta a donk, but i think that -ss so fake
p-ssy poppin’ that sh-t; she doin’ it for the money
face so arianna cute, and that -ss so grande
make her do it my way; all that nasty, freaky sh-t
pull up in the ’80 regal; pull her and the bish she with
alexander da f-ckin’ great; better know who you rollin’ with
beat the p-ssy, feed it milk; after i drop her home, we split
bumpin’ “backseat freestyle”; check out the car i’m ridin’ in
panties drop, h-lla wet; she know i’ll be divin’ in
i slide it in -put in work; give her some nine-to-five
may i remind, you, (ha) i’ve been pimpin’ since ’95
’95 is my year, but f-ckin’ with older girls
they all know i’m nasty, huh?
ain’t no way they’ll p-ss me up cause

//i’m nasty

[2nd verse: taye levell]
have you ever been with a youngin’ that can do it like a veteran?
better than most that tell you that they can get it in?
i’m heaven sent; all these other b-tches so irrelevant
if s-x is the game, then you know i got that letterman
trill n-gga; i’m gettin’ bread
white b-tch; she givin’ head
i’m all about them peace signs; i throw the deuce, but first split her legs
my eyes little like mice feet
my tree look icy
yeah, i’m high as h-ll like kites be
i’m seein’ double -no siamese
i rep true gang and i’m the youngest n-gga doin’ it
take a prude b-tch, turn her out and, ooh, she losin’ it
call a b-tch anytime i want; i be goosin’ it
i change the s-x game; n-gga, you can even google it

//i’m nasty

[3rd verse: 3-15]
i got a girl named jane, a girl named molly
these pills got ’em drowsy; we poppin’ like an ollie
and when the b-tches watch me, they diggin’ on my tats
they diggin’ on my swag and i’m tryna hit that -ss
forgettin’ ’bout her b.f., because she wantin’ me next
maccin’ on ’em with help from the skull and phoenix
swagger is the meanest and y’all can hate
3-15 and knu skool; stuntin’ e’rday
yeah, i’m a big mac; micky d’s is hatin’
always f-ckin; alway’s nuttin’, hardly any datin’
girls is lame; they only want the d
so when they want some d-ckin’; they all runnin’ to me
they all comin’ to see, a n-gga spit game
if she ratchet, im’a tell the b-tch i’m rick james
girls from cali all the way to manhattan;
one after one cause you know i stay maccin’
tell ’em wuzhannin’, when i’m rappin’
nasty muaf-cka; no tellin’ what’ll happen
when we gettin’ to the sheets and gettin’ to the skeet
so what do i say when a bad b-tch is askin’?

//i’m nasty