Yeah, word
I remember I met this one bitch
Cause you know me, I dont see— Im the nasty motherfucker
I just thought— I thought Ida did anything in the world 
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 Im like Whats up? Whatchu wanna do?
Know what Im sayin, Im read to wear it out or whatever 
The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her 
Ya know, shit, I was like, Whatchu mean shit?
I mean I might shit on you, after I hit it I wont 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 Im sposed to do after I after I shit on her
Im sposed to hit that after that?
Shes 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
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
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Representin on the freaky freaky
Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
We dont love these hoes
I go on and on and on and
Dont 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 bitches interest
Sex 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 Im 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 aint tryna wait
Conversate, sex on the first date
I state, You know what you do to me
She starts off, Well I dont 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 dont stop, until I squirt
Jeans, skirt, butt-naked, it all work
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
I remember we went to Tennessee
Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
Bitch named Simone
Screamin, she fiendin for the semen
Me bein 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, Ima stay til tomorrow
Satisfyin all my needs twice
With whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
The bitch is nice, word is bond
Cant wait to put my niggas on, what? What?
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
Ladies, my Mercedes
Hold fo in the back, two if youre fat
Keep a gat cause cats try fi test me
They just fans like De Niro, Wesley
Lets see, the bitch Im 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, bitch grow up
Hold up, theres 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
Aint it good that my Lex seats foldin? Uhh
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty