Tyga - Nasty Nasty lyrics

[Girl:] You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a You’s a nasty n***a You’s a trashy n***a You’s a nasty n***a You’s a trashy n***a You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a You’s a nast, nas, nasty, n***a [Tyga:] She ride it, she top me, she freaky, she bout it She crazy, she violent, she dripping, it’s fountain, I smack it She pull it, she bite it, no scratching, it’s target Practice, keep a ratchet Tap out when I tap it Crossed like a Catholic Diamonds all in my fabric These n***as is so average I’m all in my peas and carrots Ain’t thinking about no marriage You livin’ vicariously through me b**h why you starin’ Damn, I f**ed some thot hoes But I gotta keep that on the low Them screenshots be ammo Just blew my load wearing Rambo The grant game told her sip slow Wildin’ chain in this [?] Head game strong, hedgehog Hell yea, I blew her head off Feds watchin’ so I sped off Crawl back to me cut the legs off Broke is a joke wipe the smirk off I don’t drink no Smirnoff You n***as shop at the surplus Boss up get your dollars up f** her once I don’t follow up [Girl (Tyga):] You’s a nasty n***a, (haha) You’s a trashy n***a You’s a nasty n***a, (augh) You’s a trashy n***a, (bih) You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a (She said,) You’s a nasty n***a, (haha) You’s a trashy n***a You’s a nasty n***a, (augh) You’s a trashy n***a, (haha) You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a, (augh) [Tyga:] I’m a nasty n***a She love nasty n***as All of that a** in my face Don’t feel bad my n***a f**in with no brakes Crash in the pillows All of my beach they bang, I cum on the instrumental Do it my dirt is simple Pull up on a thot Flexin’ on my ops Hittin that milly rock Hot boy in the hot Glaciers all in my watch Making her best friend watch I might go live I got, no time, b**h, ride it like you don’t drive Hop up on your good foot, spit on it, shoeshine In the booth, I, go abusive to track five I end that, flatline, rotate hoes like spare tires Five flames, but the heatwave, car painted and the feet suede In the strip club, I go, T-Pain Stay in your lane, cause heat lane I’m the n***a that can’t be traced Spray in your face, no face paint Your baby mama always say [Girl (Tyga):] You’s a nasty n***a, haha You’s a trashy n***a You’s a nasty n***a, augh You’s a trashy n***a, bih You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a (She said,) You’s a nasty n***a, haha You’s a trashy n***a You’s a nasty n***a, augh You’s a trashy n***a, bih You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a, augh