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Nasty Boy (Atmos Mix)
The Notorious B.I.G.
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Yeah, word
I remember I met this one bitch
'Cause you know me, I don't see-, I'm the nasty motherfucker
I just thought-, I thought I'da did anything in the world (yeah?)
I meets this one bitch, I comes up in the spot or whatever
The bitch 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 you wanna do?"
Know what I'm sayin', I'm read to wear it out or whatever
The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her
Ya know, shit, I was like, "What you mean shit?"
I mean, I might shit on you, after I hit it, I won't call you no more
Shit on you like that
She talkin' about, no she want me to cock over her and shit on her stomach!
I said bitch what the-, what the fuck?
What the fuck I'm s'posed to do after I after I shit on her
I'm s'posed to hit that after that?
She's just wilding out, so after I shits on the bitch right
Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitch
The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever (oh, shit)
Come on, yeah (uh-huh)
Come on (uh-huh), yeah
Come on (this goes out to my Brooklyn crew), yeah
Come on (representin' on the freaky bitches), yeah
Come on (fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night), yeah
Come on (we don't love these hoes), yeah
Come on (uh), yeah
Come on, come on
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah (uh)
I go on and on and on and
Don't take them to the crib unless they bonin', uh
Easy, call 'em on the phone and
Platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay dressed to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex
They know, they know, quarter past four
Left the club tipsy, say no more
Except how I'm gettin' home tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O (uh)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow (uh-huh)
Man, she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin', she got to be to work by eight (come on)
This must mean she ain't tryna wait
Conversate, sex 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 (ow)
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, butt-naked, it all work
You nasty boy (yeah), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (yeah), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (Biggie, you so nasty), you nasty
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (Biggie, you so nasty), you nasty (come on)
I remember we (yeah) went to Tennessee (uh-huh) (come on)
Then we came home (come on), mad messages was on my phone (come on)
Bitch named Simone
Screaming, she fiendin' for the semen (come on)
Me being the man that I am
Took it to her condo pronto
Half Indian, I called her Tonto
Roll the chron' chron' in the dark pronto
Few puffs, eyes got low
And off to the bedroom we go
Sex is drama, head is trauma
Ripped pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow
Satisfyin' all my needs twice
With some whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
The bitch is nice, word is bond
Can't wait to put my niggas on, what? What?
You nasty boy (yeah), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (yeah), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (Biggie, you so nasty), you nasty
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (Biggie, you so nasty), you nasty (come on)
Ladies (yeah), my Mercedes (uh)
Hold four in the back, two if you're fat (come on)
Keep a gat 'cause cats try fi test me (uh)
They just fans like De Niro and Wesley (come on)
Let's see (uh-huh), the bitch I'm waitin' on (what?)
Gardeur jeans look like they painted on (come 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, bitch grow up
Hold up, there's DeGenero (uh-huh)
Dripped out, Iceberg apparel (uh)
Intro goes without speaking
Call me Cease 'cause I keep 'em
We can go freakin' (come on) all weekend, so, roll in
Ain't it good that my Lex seats foldin'? Uh (come on)
You nasty boy (yeah), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (yeah), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (Biggie, you so nasty), you nasty
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (Biggie, you so nasty), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (Biggie, you so nasty), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (Biggie, you so nasty), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (Biggie, you so nasty), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (Biggie, you so nasty), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (Biggie, you so nasty), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (come on), you nasty (yeah)
You nasty boy (Biggie, you so nasty), you nasty (come on)
You nasty boy (yeah), you nasty
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