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the notorious b.i.g. - nasty boy lyrics

[skit: the notorious b.i.g.]
yeah, word
i remember i met this one b-tch
’cause you know me, i don’t see— i’m the nasty motherf-cker
i just thought— i thought i’da did anything in the world (yeah?)
i meets this one b-tch, i comes up in the spot or whatever
the b-tch got the candles lit or whatever, so
she tell me whatever, she wanna get her freak on or whatever
so i’m like “what’s up? what’chu wanna do?”
know what i’m sayin’, i’m read to wear it out or whatever (ksss)
the b-tch told me she wanted me to sh-t on her (hahaha)
ya know, sh-t, i was like, “whatchu mean sh-t?”
i mean i might sh-t on you, after i hit it i won’t call you no more
sh-t on you like that (hahaha)
she talkin about no she want me to c-ck over her
and sh-t, on her stomach! (hehehe)
i said b-tch what the, what the f-ck??
what the f-ck i’m sposed to do after i after i sh-t on her
i’m s’posed to hit that after that?
she’s just wilding out, so after i sh-ts on the b-tch right (hahaha)
ya know i sh-t, after i sh-ts on the b-tch
the b-tch, ya know, washed that sh-t off or whatever
(ohh sh-t)

[intro: puff daddy]
come on, yeah, come on
come on, yeah, come on, yeah
come on, yeah, come on
come on, yeah, come on, yeah
come on, yeah, come on
come on, yeah, come on, yeah
come on, yeah, come on
come on, yeah, come on

[break: notorious b.i.g]
this goes out to my brooklyn crew
representin’ on the freaky freaky
f-ck ’em all day, f-ck ’em all night
we don’t love these hoes

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
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 b-tches interest
s-x is all i expect
if they watch tv in the lex, they know
they know, quarter past 4
left the club tipsy, say no mo’
except how i’m gettin’ home tomorrow
caesar drop you off when he see his p.o
back of my mind i hope she swallow
man she spilled 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 tryna wait
conversate, s-x 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
threw that back out, in the parkin’ lot
by a cherokee and a green drop-top
and i don’t stop, until i squirt
jeans, skirt, b-tt-naked, it all work

[chorus: kelly price]
you nasty boy, you nasty
you nasty boy, you nasty
you nasty boy, you nasty
you nasty boy, n-gga you so nasty
you nasty boy, you nasty
you nasty boy, you nasty
you nasty boy, you nasty
you nasty boy, n-gga you so nasty

[verse 2: the notorious b.i.g.]
i remember we went to tennessee
then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
b-tch named simone
screamin, she fiendin’ for the s-m-n
me bein’ the man that i am
took it to her condo pr-nto
half indian, i called her tonto
roll the chron’ chron’ in the dark pr-nto
few puffs, eyes got low
and off to the bedroom we go
s-x is drama, head is trauma
ripped pajamas, i’ma stay ’til tomorrow
satisfyin’ all my needs twice
with whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
the b-tch is nice, word is bond
can’t wait to put my n-ggas on, what? what?

[verse 3: the notorious b.i.g.]
ladies, my mercedes
hold fo’ in the back, two if you’re fat
keep a gat ’cause cats try fi test me
they just fans like de niro, wesley
let’s see, the b-tch i’m waitin’ on
gardeur 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 ’til she throw up, b-tch 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 seats foldin’? uhh

- the notorious b i g lyrics

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