C-murder Nasty Chick Lyrics

Nasty Chick Lyrics

(C-Murder) 
Listen up motherf**kers I got a story to tell 
All you niggas out there holding hands with these motherf**kers street 
Them motherf**kers behind doors holding meat 
You might be holding a nasty as* 
 
Chorus (2x): 
 
Nasty bit*h, gonna f**k my boy 
Now how you gonna f**k my boy 
That's why I don't love them hoes 
You can't trust these dog as* hoes 
 
Verse: 1 
 
I was in love like a motherf**ker with this bit*h 
But uhh, I wasn't doing nothing but making her rich (shit) 
But damn, she used to played it so cooled 
I guess she must take C for a fool 
I swear the sex had my motherf**king mind gone 
And I was tweeking like a fiend for that heroin 
And when I put it in, the way that she moaned, 
made me never ever wanted to leave her alone 
The back rubs in the hot tubs, watching videos 
It made me crawl when she took it all down her throat 
Surprise, sh*t I hit her with a five karat 
And later on we can talk about marriage (huh) 
Ya name tatted on my chest, f**k them other broads 
We hold hands when we walking through the shopping malls 
My brother told me V charge it to the game 
But uhh, listen up, cause it's a motherf**king shame 
 
Chorus (2x) 
 
Verse: 2 
 
I used to page this girl about ten times a day 
But after 9, she was hard to find 
One-of-a-kind, huh, so I was blind with the problems we had 
Found a number in her purse, said it was her dad 
I got a phone call from my nigga Jubilee 
He told me, he saw my girl in the movies 
With another nigga, nut it wasn't me 
I said man, you must be tripping, nigga it couldn't be 
I thought it was love, but I guess the love was gone 
So then I put up the phone and then I went home 
Park the car, walked in the door, walked up the stairs 
And I damn near slipped on her underwear 
Opened the bedroom door, seen a ho, 
with a nigga ro, bout to grab my fo-fo, hold 
Damn, bit*h I thought we loved each other 
Nasty bit*h gonna f**k my brother 
 
Bit*h, get the f**k out my house, 
pick up your dirty as* draws, get that cum off your chest,  
and wipe your motherf**king mouth, and get the f**k out, biatch! 
f**k you gonna f**k my motherf**king boy 
Ol' cheesy as* ho 
I didn't like you anyway 
Biatch 
I catch you in the club, I'ma sneak your as* 
f**k, nasty bit*h 
 
Chorus (2x)