[Intro: Girl] You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga You's a nasty nigga You's a trashy nigga You's a nasty nigga You's a trashy nigga You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga You's a nast, nas, nasty, nigga
[Verse 1: Tyga] She ride it, she top me, she freaky, she bout it She crazy, she violent, she dripping, it's fountain, I smack it She pull it, she bite it, no scratching, it's target Practice, keep a ratchet Tap out when I tap it Crossed like a Catholic Diamonds all in my fabric These niggas is so average I'm all in my peas and carrots Ain't thinking about no marriage You livin' vicariously through me bitch why you starin' Damn, I fucked some thot hoes But I gotta keep that on the low Them screenshots be ammo Just blew my load wearing Rambo The grant game told her sip slow Wildin' chain in this Vietraw Her head strong, hedgehog Hell yea, I blew her head off Feds watchin' so I sped off Crawl back to me cut the legs off Broke is a joke wipe the smirk off I don't drink no Smirnoff You niggas shop at the surplus Boss up get your dollars up Fuck her once I don't follow up
[Hook: Girl & (Tyga)] You's a nasty nigga, (haha) You's a trashy nigga You's a nasty nigga, (augh) You's a trashy nigga, (bih) You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga (She said,) You's a nasty nigga, (haha) You's a trashy nigga You's a nasty nigga, (augh) You's a trashy nigga, (haha) You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga, (augh)
[Verse 2: Tyga] I'm a nasty nigga She love nasty niggas All of that ass in my face Don't feel bad my nigga Fuckin with no brakes Crash in the pillows All of my beach they bang, I cum on the instrumental Do it my dirt is simple Pull up on a thot Flexin' on my ops Hittin that milly rock Hot boy in the hot Glaciers all in my watch Making her best friend watch I might, might go live I got, no time, bitch, ride it like you don't drive Hop up on your good foot, spit on it, shoeshine In the booth, I go caboose if the track fire I end that, flatline, rotate hoes like spare tires Five flames, but the heatwave, car painted and the feet suede In the strip club, I go, T-Pain Stay in your lane, cause heat lane I'm the nigga that can't be traced Spray in your face, no face paint Your baby mama always say
[Hook: Girl & (Tyga)] You's a nasty nigga, haha You's a trashy nigga You's a nasty nigga, augh You's a trashy nigga, bih You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga (She said,) You's a nasty nigga, haha You's a trashy nigga You's a nasty nigga, augh You's a trashy nigga, bih You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga You's a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty nigga, aughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
