Lyrics D–Block Europe – Nassty
Text:
Young Adz:
I’m a nasty ass nigga, I kiss every single body part she got
I’m still a G
I take ten bands out and get them other shotters shot the fuck up
When they ask you who you work for
You just point to number 29 and say you work for me
I know some niggas that wouldn’t do what they doing in the kitchen
If it weren’t for me
Dirtbike LB:
Henny in my cup, I got bored of sipping mud
Rolly on her arm, she been feeling like the one
Smoke until I’m calm, gelato 41
Came up off of crumb
L.A for the month
She my fifi, she my Keke
You know I’m her E.T
Lay a finger on my darling, that’s a mazzaleenie
Five thousand on my nieces
Moncler when it’s breezy
Send them shooters to your mum’s
Young Adz:
Thirty thousand feet in my Adidas
Straight promethazine, it got me lean up
Take her to Dior, ’cause she a freak yo
This New Jack City bitch I’m Nino
Forty thousand dollars when I reload
Gelato 41 no Sour Diesel
She want Fenti make-up when she fleek up
I hope they feel the same when we meet up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m a nasty ass nigga, I kiss every single body part she got
I’m still a G
I take ten bands out and get them other shotters shot the fuck up
In OT
When they ask you who you work for
You just point to number 29 and say you work for me
I know some niggas that wouldn’t do what they doing in the kitchen
If it weren’t for me
Lil Pino:
They must think I wanna die
LB out in L.A, he just went and crash the
Porsche
I’ma dive head first in that pussy
Lil Pino darling, I don’t show remorse
Young Adz:
I put the range away
Been looking so plain today
All of my VV’s, Look at these TT’s
I feel like Flavor Flav
Buj on my Bathing Ape
Sell crack on my day to day
I call my shooter, he be a roofer
Pull up and save the day
I’m a nasty ass nigga, I kiss every single body part she got
I’m still a G
I take ten bands out and get them other shotters shot the fuck up
In OT
When they ask you who you work for
You just point to number 29 and say you work for me
I know some niggas that wouldn’t do what they doing in the kitchen
If it weren’t for me
I’m a nasty ass nigga, I kiss every single body part she got
I’m still a G
I take ten bands out and get them other shotters shot the fuck up
In OT
When they ask you who you work for
You just point to number 29 and say you work for me
I know some niggas that wouldn’t do what they doing in the kitchen
If it weren’t for me