Cardo - Nasty Pastor lyrics

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Cardo - Nasty Pastor lyrics

[Intro] Thought that sh** was bout to start like that but it ain't Cardo whatup yeah nasty pastor in this b**h Yeah [Hook] She say she only know me when I'm nasty Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, (echo) Smashing out in traffic you can catch me Catch me, catch me, catch me, catch me, (echo) My b**h and my car foreign so are matching Matching, matching, matching, matching, (echo) She say she only know me when I'm nasty Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, (echo) [Sir Michael Rocks] My interviews got a budget The d** in the budget, the hoes in the budget They t**ng out in public, man I'm Banco from the TP C the Charles be the order in the cellies, my b**h ain't got no belly Aye man Tris be trippy rolling dope, its fifty sixty foreign hoes b**h wishy washy acting prissy but she going though Sippy sippy pouring on the Chrissy till we pissy Going Bobbie, going Whitney, you could miss me with the going broke They game ain't the same son I'm hopping on the plane son b**hes come with baggage and I ain't trying to claim none I tell em carry on with the same sob story Getting top from a pop star, it's that real top 40 Don't stunt, you n***as not doing what you want I hope you hating n***as smoke a blunt from the front For a month, I was OT on the road getting money Getting chose by the honnies but she say she only love me [Hook] [Sir Michael Rocks] Maaan my team concrete solid boy b**hes on my Almond Joy Busting down them boxes rocking soxes with your baby mama Stop ut boy, stop it five, stop it folks, stop it, just stop it Pull up on that a** in the drop 6 She cute I give her pipe in and like the side of Range Rovers seats I told myself I would be the one two and the three The MVP, that's why you dream of me You lying through your teeth, If you say I ain't getting buzz Well look her in the drawers Cuz being broke come from taking them brakes And I ain't selling you a zip if you ain't placing for 8 Its Banco case closed crib facing the lake If it was B or Goofy time I bet you'd hate to be late Its good sushi, she not a groupie She raise that a** like the flag and salute me And when I'm picking up the bags she a boost me And that's why you make me laugh, you a groupie [Hook]