| Listen up motherfuckers I got a story to tell
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| All you niggas out there holding hands with these motherfuckers street
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| Them motherfuckers behind doors holding meat
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| You might be holding a nasty ass
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| Nasty bitch, gonna fuck my boy
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| Now how you gonna fuck my boy
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| That’s why I don’t love them hoes
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| You can’t trust these dog ass hoes
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| I was in love like a motherfucker with this bitch
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| But uhh, I wasn’t doing nothing but making her rich (shit)
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| But damn, she used to played it so cooled
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| I guess she must take C for a fool
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| I swear the sex had my motherfucking mind gone
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| And I was tweeking like a fiend for that heroin
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| And when I put it in, the way that she moaned
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| Made me never ever wanted to leave her alone
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| The back rubs in the hot tubs, watching videos
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| It made me crawl when she took it all down her throat
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| Surprise, shit I hit her with a five karat
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| And later on we can talk about marriage (huh)
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| Ya name tatted on my chest, fuck them other broads
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| We hold hands when we walking through the shopping malls
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| My brother told me V charge it to the game
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| But uhh, listen up, cause it’s a motherfucking shame
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| I used to page this girl about ten times a day
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| But after 9, she was hard to find
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| One-of-a-kind, huh, so I was blind with the problems we had
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| Found a number in her purse, said it was her dad
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| I got a phone call from my nigga Jubilee
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| He told me, he saw my girl in the movies
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| With another nigga, nut it wasn’t me
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| I said man, you must be tripping, nigga it couldn’t be
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| I thought it was love, but I guess the love was gone
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| So then I put up the phone and then I went home
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| Park the car, walked in the door, walked up the stairs
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| And I damn near slipped on her underwear
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| Opened the bedroom door, seen a ho
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| With a nigga ro, bout to grab my fo-fo, hold
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| Damn, bitch I thought we loved each other
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| Nasty bitch gonna fuck my brother
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| Bitch, get the fuck out my house
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| Pick up your dirty ass draws, get that cum off your chest
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| And wipe your motherfucking mouth, and get the fuck out, biatch!
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| Fuck you gonna fuck my motherfucking boy
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| Ol' cheesy ass ho
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| I didn’t like you anyway
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| Biatch
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| I catch you in the club, I’ma sneak your ass
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| Fuck, nasty bitch |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nasty Chick, artist - C-Murder. Album song Bossalinie, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп