Nasty Boy (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, yeah
Come on, yeah

Uh, I go on and on and on and
Don't take 'em to the crib unless they moanin'
Uh, easy, call 'em on the phone and
Platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay dressed to impress

To spark these bitches' interest

Sex is all I expect as they watch TV in the Lex'
They know, they know, quarter past four
Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin' home tomorrow
Cease'll drop you off when he see his .45
Back of my mind I hope she alive
Mad she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows

Reach the gate, hungry, just ate
Riffin', she got to be to work by eight (Come on)
This must mean she ain't tryna wait
Conversate, sex on the first date
I state, "You know what you do to me"
She starts off, "Well, I don't usually"
Then I ride the dick, no doubt

Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South (Oww)
Threw that back out in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop until I nut
Jeans, skirt, butt-naked, it all work

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)

I remember we went to Tennessee (Uh-huh)
Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
Bitch named Simone (Uh), screamin', she fiendin'
For the dick, me bein' the man that I am
Took her to her condo, pronto
Half Indian, I called her Tonto
Roll the chron'-chron' in the dark fronto

Few puffs, eyes got low
And off to the bedroom we go (Mmm)
Sex is drama, head is trauma
Ripped pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow

Satisfying all my needs twice
With some whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
The bitch is nice, word is bond
Can't wait to put my niggas on, what? What?

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)

Ladies, my Mercedes (Uh)
Hold four in the back, two if you fat (Come on)
Keep a gat for cats that try to test me (Uh)
They just fans like DeNiro and Wesley (Come on)
Let's see (Uh-huh), the bitch I'm waitin' on (What?)
Gaultier jeans look like they painted on

Ask P, leave it up to me
Lay her on her back ever so gently

She like the way the dough fold up, rolls roll up

Cristal 'til she throw up, bitch, grow up, hold up
There's De Janeiro (Uh-huh)
Dripped to death, Iceberg apparel (Uh)
Get your gold without speakin'
Call me Cease 'cause I keep one
We could go freakin' all weekend
So roll in, ain't it good that my nuts be foldin'? (Oww)

You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Yeah, come on)
You nasty, boy, you nasty (Come on, come on)