| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| She be callin' my phone and blowin' it up
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| I’m chasin' money, I’m countin' it up
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| Fashion Nova wit' a big old butt
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| I ate a redbone up for lunch
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| Trap girl, she gon' roll up my rollups
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| Walk in, got Chanaynay’s on
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| Mike Amiri’s, I feel like Michael Jackson
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| I put it on, I do they fashion
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| I put some ice on my teeth, I’m flashy
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| Eat it up, beat it up, I’m nasty
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| Designer zone from my shoe to my glasses
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| You could blindfold me, I’ll still count it up backwards
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| I’m doin' the dash, I pray I don’t crash (Skrrt)
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| I mix it up, I don’t do the matchin'
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| Super charged, all my cars is the fastest
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| I fucked her then I disappeared, that magic
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| Yeah, walk in that bitch, I got racks on me
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| Shakin' that, she put her ass on me
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| Skinny jeans, steppin' like thigh pads (Ooh)
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| Diamonds, they hit like Muhammed Ali
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| Actin' like 12, that bitch spyin' on me
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| Thirty round iron wit' the dime on me
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| All that ass, what you doin' wit' me?
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| Tell me the truth, don’t be lyin' to me
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| She got a nigga, ain’t got nothin' to do wit' me
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| I put my glasses on, still can’t see me
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| I put my jewllery on, I get anaemic
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| I get my script from my bitch out in Phoenix
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| I take out my princess, teach her to clean it
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| I told her I love her, she think that I mean it
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| Soon as I catch 'em I’ma knock off their beanie
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| Need a cain 'cause I’m leanin'
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| Droptop, pull up, Cartier same color, semen
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| Smell gelato every time that I’m breathin'
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| Straight out the trap, made a mill off a single
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| The draco autotune, that bitch get to singin'
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| Drippin' though, nigga, they say I’m the cleanest
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| Racks on me but I’on play this like tennis
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| Can’t find my drip, I ain’t buy this at Lennox
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| Bad bitch so I call her a menace
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| Dolce Gabbana, I walk in and spend it
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| Gimme some ass 'cause you havin' plenty
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| All of my cars, they mine, ain’t rented
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| I’m havin' bards like wine and the. |
| Henny
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| Can’t come around me, I ain’t too friendly
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| Chanel vintage
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| Got came and I’m ballin', you ridin' the benches
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| Thuggin' like I was 2Pac, I got juice like sippin'
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| Callin' my phone and blowin' it up
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| I’m chasin' money, I’m countin' it up
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| Fashion Nova wit' a big old butt
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| I ate a redbone up for lunch
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| Trap girl, she gon' roll up my rollups
|
| Walk in, got Chanaynay’s on
|
| Mike Amiri’s, I feel like Michael Jackson
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| I put it on, I do they fashion
|
| I put some ice on my teeth, I’m flashy
|
| Eat it up, beat it up, I’m nasty
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| Designer zone from my shoe to my glasses
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| You could blindfold me, I’ll still count it up backwards
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| I’m doin' the dash, I pray I don’t crash (Skrrt)
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| I mix it up, I don’t do the matchin'
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| Super charged, all my cars is the fastest
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| I fucked her then I disappeared, that magic |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nasty (Lunch Wit A Freak) , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Song from the album Hood Champ, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп