N.A.S.T.
Here's why y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T.
As I wanna f*ckin be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm N.A.S.T. here's why, y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T. as I wanna f*ckin be
Yeah I could be boring, yeah I could be basic
Yeah I could be normal, but I love your faces
When I say stupid shit, and it gets you f*ckin thinkin
Drives you to drink, or text your f*ckin shrink
Man Bugs said some crazy shit, now I can't quit
Ruminatiing on his f*ckin posts, it's crazy shit
Confessions and breakdowns, ketchup on steak
What the f*ck, sometimes I wish he was fake
Spend a minute in my head you'd be gone in a day
Give in to regret, or pray the trauma away
But I love it, I use it, it's fight it, or lose it
Get high and, quit boozing, I light it, and boom its
Another work of art, comin straight for your heart
While it tickles your brain, I know bitch I'm insane
I'm shady but I'm nasty, Em and Nas
Just a crazy ass fat dude spittin, Hawk Tuah!
N.A.S.T.
Here's why y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T.
As I wanna f*ckin be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm N.A.S.T. here's why, y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T. as I wanna f*ckin be
My family hates my music, boo hoo
I lost a lot of friends to it, who do
You think I am? F*ckin Luke Combs
Grew up in a small town, but music's my home
Rappers talk about, how they city's behind them
Mine thinks I'm psycho, shitty, or I'm f*cked
Up in the head, but f*ck what they said
I'm nuts but I got a golden heart in my chest
If only I could get a couple hundred from that
I do it for the love, don't do it for the cash
And Chad graduated from high school and college
And had a few bad jobs, but always gave his all and
Can't handle all the normie shit, so he quit
Time after time, my relations are shit
But my motivation's lit, and I'm headed
Straight to the top, are you ready?
N.A.S.T.
Here's why y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T.
As I wanna f*ckin be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm N.A.S.T. here's why, y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T. as I wanna f*ckin be
Bugs Nasty - NAIWB (feat. KARMAA) Lyrics
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English
N.A.S.T.
Here's why y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T.
As I wanna f*ckin be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm N.A.S.T. here's why, y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T. as I wanna f*ckin be
Yeah I could be boring, yeah I could be basic
Yeah I could be normal, but I love your faces
When I say stupid shit, and it gets you f*ckin thinkin
Drives you to drink, or text your f*ckin shrink
Man Bugs said some crazy shit, now I can't quit
Ruminatiing on his f*ckin posts, it's crazy shit
Confessions and breakdowns, ketchup on steak
What the f*ck, sometimes I wish he was fake
Spend a minute in my head you'd be gone in a day
Give in to regret, or pray the trauma away
But I love it, I use it, it's fight it, or lose it
Get high and, quit boozing, I light it, and boom its
Another work of art, comin straight for your heart
While it tickles your brain, I know bitch I'm insane
I'm shady but I'm nasty, Em and Nas
Just a crazy ass fat dude spittin, Hawk Tuah!
N.A.S.T.
Here's why y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T.
As I wanna f*ckin be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm N.A.S.T. here's why, y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T. as I wanna f*ckin be
My family hates my music, boo hoo
I lost a lot of friends to it, who do
You think I am? F*ckin Luke Combs
Grew up in a small town, but music's my home
Rappers talk about, how they city's behind them
Mine thinks I'm psycho, shitty, or I'm f*cked
Up in the head, but f*ck what they said
I'm nuts but I got a golden heart in my chest
If only I could get a couple hundred from that
I do it for the love, don't do it for the cash
And Chad graduated from high school and college
And had a few bad jobs, but always gave his all and
Can't handle all the normie shit, so he quit
Time after time, my relations are shit
But my motivation's lit, and I'm headed
Straight to the top, are you ready?
N.A.S.T.
Here's why y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T.
As I wanna f*ckin be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm N.A.S.T. here's why, y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T. as I wanna f*ckin be
Here's why y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T.
As I wanna f*ckin be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm N.A.S.T. here's why, y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T. as I wanna f*ckin be
Yeah I could be boring, yeah I could be basic
Yeah I could be normal, but I love your faces
When I say stupid shit, and it gets you f*ckin thinkin
Drives you to drink, or text your f*ckin shrink
Man Bugs said some crazy shit, now I can't quit
Ruminatiing on his f*ckin posts, it's crazy shit
Confessions and breakdowns, ketchup on steak
What the f*ck, sometimes I wish he was fake
Spend a minute in my head you'd be gone in a day
Give in to regret, or pray the trauma away
But I love it, I use it, it's fight it, or lose it
Get high and, quit boozing, I light it, and boom its
Another work of art, comin straight for your heart
While it tickles your brain, I know bitch I'm insane
I'm shady but I'm nasty, Em and Nas
Just a crazy ass fat dude spittin, Hawk Tuah!
N.A.S.T.
Here's why y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T.
As I wanna f*ckin be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm N.A.S.T. here's why, y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T. as I wanna f*ckin be
My family hates my music, boo hoo
I lost a lot of friends to it, who do
You think I am? F*ckin Luke Combs
Grew up in a small town, but music's my home
Rappers talk about, how they city's behind them
Mine thinks I'm psycho, shitty, or I'm f*cked
Up in the head, but f*ck what they said
I'm nuts but I got a golden heart in my chest
If only I could get a couple hundred from that
I do it for the love, don't do it for the cash
And Chad graduated from high school and college
And had a few bad jobs, but always gave his all and
Can't handle all the normie shit, so he quit
Time after time, my relations are shit
But my motivation's lit, and I'm headed
Straight to the top, are you ready?
N.A.S.T.
Here's why y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T.
As I wanna f*ckin be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm Bugs Nasty, nasty, as I wanna be
I'm N.A.S.T. here's why, y'all ain't f*ckin with me
I'm N.A.S.T. as I wanna f*ckin be
Writer: Chad Allen
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