She say she only love me when I¡¯m nasty¡¦
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She say she only love me when I¡¯m nasty¡¦
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Smash out in traffic, you can catch me¡¦
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I¡¯ll go change my car out front so we¡¯re matching¡¦
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She say she only love me when I¡¯m nasty¡¦
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My interview¡¯s got a budget, the drugs in the budget
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The holes in the budget, they twerkin out in public
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Man I¡¯m banko from the TP
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See that Charles Cosby a order in them cellies
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My bitch ain¡¯t got no belly
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Electricity trippin rollin dope
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It¡¯s 50-60 foreign hoes
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Bitch be wishy while she actin crissy but she goin though
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Sippy sippy pourin on the crissy til we pissy
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Going bobby, going with me
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You can miss me with the golden bro
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The gang make the same sir
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I¡¯m hoppin on the planes
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Some of these bitches come with baggage
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And I ain¡¯t tryina claim none
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I tell em carry on at the same side story
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Getting to from a pop star
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That¡¯s that real top 40, don¡¯t stunt
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You think it¡¯s not doing what you want
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I hope you hate a nigga smoke a blunt from the front
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For a month I was OT on a row
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Getting money, getting shows by the hunids
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But she say she only love me when I¡¯m nasty
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Smash out in traffic, you can catch me¡¦
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I¡¯ll go change my car out front so we¡¯re matching¡¦
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She say she only love me when I¡¯m nasty¡¦
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Man, my team concrete solid boy
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Bitches on my arm, enjoy
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Bustin down them boxes,
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Watchin suckas with yo baby mommas
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Stop it boy, stop at five
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Stop at four, stop it, just stop it
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Pull up on that ass and that drop sick
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She cute, I give her pipe and like the side of Range Rover seats
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I told myself that I would be
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The 1,2 and the 3, the MVP
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That¡¯s why you dream of me
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You¡¯re lying through your teeth
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If you say I ain¡¯t getting buzz,
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Where the liquor and the drugs?
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Cause being broke comes from taking them bricks
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And I ain¡¯t selling you a zip if you ain¡¯t placing for 8th
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It¡¯s banko, case closed, crib face in LA
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If there was be a goofy time I bet you hate the good lay
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It¡¯s good sushi, she not a groupie
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She raise that ass like the flag and salute me
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And when I¡¯m picking up the bag she a boost me
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And that¡¯s why you make me laugh, you a groupie
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She say she only love me when I¡¯m nasty¡¦
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Smash out in traffic, you can catch me¡¦
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I¡¯ll go change my car out front so we¡¯re matching¡¦
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She say she only love me when I¡¯m nasty¡¦
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Nasty Pastor
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Sir Michael Rocks |