[ Featuring Connie Diiamond ]
So when you
Call my phone
Cnd You
Know my vibe
She say she
Cll alone
Cnd it's
Time to slide
But she
On the way yea
Conversation
No no games but it's
Time to play yea
Hmmm
I'm wit it if you ask me girl
I need a nasty girl
I'm wit it if you ask me girl
I need a nasty girl
Every time I hit you get the best of me
I puts it down
Till it's nothing left of me
I could never let em get my recipe yea
I can't pull up If you like
Kill it and do it again
Oo she brought 2 of her friends
When will it end
Screaming I'm putting it in
She love what I do wit the pen
Shit is a sin
Dickin you down onna gang
She get to moaning insane
Giving me brain
Jackin she holla my name
Picture me holding ya frame
Chhh
Pack a bag we bout to take a trip
Im a scoop you later hold
Just wait up bout to make a flip
You see me crawling down ya block
I'm in that foreign car
Im a take you somewhere foreign far
Cnd i'm a beat it i'm a f*ck you
Like a porn star
Call my phone
Cnd You
Know my vibe
She say she
Cll alone
Cnd it's
Time to slide
But she
On the way yea
Conversation
No no games but it's
Time to play yea
Hmmm
I'm wit it if you ask me girl
I need a nasty girl
I'm wit it if you ask me girl
I need a nasty girl
Huh
He want a nasty bitch
Do a handstand on the dick
Throwing it back
Can't romance the bitch
Throwing them bands in shit
Blowing the pack
Told him love him but he know it's cap
I like nigga that stay in the trap
I like a nigga that go OT
And I like a nigga that bring me them rack
One hand on neck one hand on frontal
He know I love to get it from the back
Skeet skeet up on him left a puddle
He do anything for that WcP
He do anything for that cat
He do anything that I say
He do anything for that breesh
Cause he only worried bout gettin paid
Like why you being weird to me
I got hood bitch tendencies
I got post traumatic stress
F*cking me a remedy
I keep burners by the bed
Cause friends turn to enemies
Said you want a nasty girl well
This shit come wit penalties
