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YFN Lucci、Trouble - Nasty (Explicit)
Written by：Zachary D. Thomas、YFN Lucci、Trouble
Uh uh oh-oh it's Budda Beats
Yeah look
A young n***a I never had sh*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 sh*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**sy
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 ratting a** n***a I just can't f**k with him uh uh
Huh greedy doing ten 'cause of your man
Ju gotta go sit down again
I'm tired of losin' my n***as to the pen'
Yeah nah I swear
I'm tired of losin' my n***as to the lead f**k
A young n***a I never had sh*t uh yeah yeah yeah
I'ma wreck the porsche d**n near crashed it
When I'm in that big body
I gotta back in yeah yeah yeah
Ayy when I'm in that big body
I gotta back in yeah yeah yeah
I got a trey poured up sh*t nasty yeah
This sh*t get nasty
I just gotta f**k with her
'Cause she nasty hey ooh this ho nasty
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 talking 'bout ho her a** be out
Every time I see them boys
I'm goin' for it no backin' out
My stack be telling me to chill like
You ain't got music you rappin' now
Told that b**ch justice so real
I just go buy they casket now ayy
Luwhop and we got guwop
Ain't talking 'bout my bills
Stackin' fetty green cash mula
And ain't talking 'bout myself
Fast forward B done smoked all of your last boys
Boolin' passport fly your b**ch out
She ain't even ask for it
The work god kickin' sh*t out fast as landlords
Your b**ch 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 sh*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 sh*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