Na$ty Matt
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Verse 1 Na$ty Matt
Your whole team p**y, ya'll ain't bout sh**, you talking bout Nasty you ain't got the heart to f**, my b**h dont worry bout my bread im resting my head how the f** you gon k** me when im already dead bury me bury me motherf**er bury me baby mamma wanna f** me girlfriend wanna marry me,say you got guns, but you ain't scaring me saying you gonna k** me but you p**y apparently, cause you ain't doing nothing i ain't hiding, i ain't running every time you hear my name you getting sick to your stomach, if you talkin need to quit don't be poppin lip to my b**h, you can open your door and meet some real pieces of sh**
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Verse 2 Na$ty Matt
You say you banging guns but i never see you shoot
You say you slangin d** but you never got the loot
A thousand dead boys thats my motherf**ing swuad a hunnid scumbags waiting in your f**ing yard, for you to come out come out to play big toys we don't come out during the day, in the night in the shadow lurking by the graves mosh pits in your street you can't be saved
When the sh** is on we ain't in the tweets all black fleet in the middle of your street f** em if they talking sh** f** em quick cause you ain't sh** but a motherf**ing walking lick
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f** em f** em f** em
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