ฟังเพลงNasty (feat. Trouble) (Explicit)

Nasty(feat. Trouble) (Explicit) - YFN Lucci/Trouble

Lyrics by：Mariel Semonte Orr/Rayshawn Bennett/Zachary D. Thomas

Uh uh oh-oh

It's Budda beats

Yeah look

A young n***a I never had s**t uh

I'ma wreck the Porsche d**n near crashed it

When I'm in that big body I gotta back in

Ayy when I'm in that big body I gotta back in

I got a trey poured up s**t nasty yeah

I just gotta f**k with her 'cause she nasty hey

I got like two million in a Gucci bag

I'm at the four seasons countin' hella cash hah uh

Okay look money counter on the dresser

The way she pop that p***y

I just had to tip her uh

The way I work that Glock

They think I'm Brian Niccol

You would've thought he broke a bone

Put all that iron in him yeah look

My lil' dawgs killin' for a hobby

Them my lil' dawgs

Them young n***as with dreads up in the lobby

Them my lil' dawgs

Them young n***as don't play about shawty

Yeah them my lil' dawgs

Them young n***as ain't scared to get it poppin' uh uh

They got pistols huh and we got pistols

I'ma smoke one of your homeboys

We don't smoke swishers

He got kicked out of the whip

I just can't roll with him

Old rattin' a*s n***a

I just can't f**k with him uh uh

Huh greedy doin' ten 'cause of your man

Ju gotta go sit down again

I'm tired of losin' my n***as to the pen' yeah

I'm tired of losin' my n***as to the lead f**k

A young n***a I never had s**t uh

I'ma wreck the Porsche d**n near crashed it

When I'm in that big body I gotta back in

Ayy when I'm in that big body I gotta back in

I got a trey poured up s**t nasty yeah

This s**t get nasty

I just gotta f**k with her 'cause she nasty hey

I got like two million in a Gucci bag yeah

I'm at the four seasons countin' hella cash hah uh

I just left my plug house

Twenty bricks I'm cashin' out

Porsche truck got totaled shootout

I'm shootin' back I'm crashin' out

Big body Benz on Lord I'm talkin'

'Bout ho her a*s be out

Every time I see them boys

I'm goin' for it no backin' out

My stack be tellin' me to chill like

You ain't got music you rappin' now

Told that b***h justice so real

I just go buy they casket now ayy

Luwhop and we got Guwop

Ain't talkin' 'bout my bills

Stackin' fetty green cash

Mula and ain't talkin' 'bout myself

'Bout myself

Fast forward B done smoked all of your last boys

Boolin' passport fly your b***h out

She ain't even ask for it

The work God kickin'

S**t out fast as landlords

Your b***h goin'

I'm Mike without that badge on bad boys

She got a rich n***a

I told her keep him

Nothing is guaranteed

So I promise you we might need him

Creepin' and we gon' sleep him

Now I'm back up and all my people

We servin' and workin'

Fiends hit my ho raw 'cause she got Fiji

On the plate then they gon' eat it

A young n***a I never had s**t uh

I'ma wreck the Porsche d**n near crashed it

When I'm in that big body I gotta back in

Ayy when I'm in that big body I gotta back in

I got a trey poured up s**t nasty yeah

I just gotta f**k with her 'cause she nasty hey

I got like two million in a Gucci bag

I'm at the four seasons countin' hella cash hah uh