Nasty Boy (bad Boy Remix) Lyrics

Nasty Boy (bad Boy Remix) lyrics

Yeah, word

I remember I met this one bitch

'Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty motherfucker

I just thought I thought I'da did anything in the world

(Yeah)



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 whatever

So I'm like whassup whatchu wanna yaknahmsayin'



I'm 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 won't 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 I'm sposed to do after I, after I shit on her

I'm sposed to hit that after that?

She's 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

(Ohh shit)



Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah



Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah



Uhh, I go, on and on and on and

Then take her to the crib and let your bone in

Easy, call 'em on the phone and platinum channel 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 fo'



Left the club tipsy, say no mo'

Except how I'm gettin' home, tomorrow

Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uhh

Back of my mind I hope she swallow

(Uh huh)



Man, she split 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 ain't tryin' to wait



Conversate, sex on the first date I state

You know what you do to me

She starts, "Well, but I don't 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, aooww

Threw that back out, in the parking lot



By a Cherokee and a green drop-top

And I don't 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, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty



I remember we, went to Tennessee

Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone

Bitch named Symone

Screamin', she feenin', for the semen



Me bein', the man that I am

Took it to her condo, pronto

Half Indian, called her Tonto

Roll the kronk ton in the dark pronto



A few puffs, eyes got low

And off to the bedroom we go mmm

Sex is drama, word to mama

Rip pajamas I'ma stay to tomorrow



Satisfyin' all my needs twice

With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice

The bitch is nice, word is bond

Can't wait to put my niggaz on, what, what?



You nasty boy, you

You nasty boy, you

You nasty boy, you

You nasty boy, you

You nasty boy, you

You nasty boy, you

You nasty boy, you



Ladies, my Mercedes

Hold fo' in the back, two if they fat

Keep a gat, 'cause cats, try to test me

They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley



Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin' on

Gaudier jeans 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 just throw up, bitch grow up

Hold up, there's DeGenero

Dripped out, iceberg Capero



Intro goes without speaking

Call me Caese 'cause I keep 'em, we can go freakin'

All weekend, so, roll in

Ain't it good that my Lex keeps foldin'? Uhh