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lirik lagu gucci mane - nasty

[intro: young nudy & gucci mane]
do something to make me feel good (1017)
only thing make me feel good is a body (yeah)
i like money (me too)
but i’m havin’ materialistic thoughts (huh)
(d~mn, coupe)

[verse 1: young nudy]
yeah, sticks get to clappin’, they don’t want no smoke (ooh)
n~ggas always callin’ po~po when i k!ll they folk (when i k!ll they folk)
and you know they gotta free one of my dawgs on that death row (on that death row)
on they death row (oh no), yeah
y’all n~ggas really don’t know what we done been through
the sh~t that we done done just to get here, man, you wouldn’t knew (man, you wouldn’t knew)
uh~uh, gotta keep it low~key in these streets, always packin’ heat (yeah)
and i know these n~ggas work with 12, they the police (workers)
man, you know that sh~t get under my skin, hate the police (hate ’em)
guess we wasn’t raised the same way, he don’t know me (he don’t know me)
if you think you tryin’ the big slime, got to show me (got to show me)
hoin’ them, it ain’t no ho in me if they didn’t know me
[chorus: young nudy]
all my life, i’m chasin’ money, and so i’m havin’ my way (havin’ my way)
all my life, i was chasin’ money, so now i’m havin’ my way (i’m havin’ my way)
and these b~tches on my d~ck, tell ’em, “come get a taste” (come get a taste)
i’m a young rich n~gga, b~tch, you know i came a long way (came a long way)
i was packin’ pistols every day, check out my status (check out my status)
and i got a lot of money, you can check out my karats (check out my karats)
and i keep them shooters with me, say the word, they gon’ blast you (say they gon’ blast)
man, this sh~t will get nasty (sh~t will get nasty)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
i’ve been robbin’ n~ggas, takin’ sh~t since back in the day (facts)
all my life, i been a criminal, and crime does pay (facts)
when them h~llcats pull up, don’t get hit with a stray
’cause that sh~t can get nasty, shot in the face (grrah)
couple n~ggas wanna try me, but they don’t wanna die (no)
’cause i dropped money on you like you rained out the sky
you know i gotta get the last l!ck, it’s eye for an eye
they gon’ wrap you in plastic
watch them n~ggas reminiscin’, tell ’em, “get off my d~ck” (ho)
since you remember so much, don’t forget you a b~tch (b~tch)
i was on my d~ck, n0body wanted to throw gucci sh~t (it’s gucci)
i was young, broke, and ashy (wop)

[chorus: young nudy]
all my life, i’m chasin’ money, and so i’m havin’ my way (havin’ my way)
all my life, i was chasin’ money, so now i’m havin’ my way (i’m havin’ my way)
and these b~tches on my d~ck, tell ’em, “come get a taste” (come get a taste)
i’m a young rich n~gga, b~tch, you know i came a long way (came a long way)
i was packin’ pistols every day, check out my status (check out my status)
and i got a lot of money, you can check out my karats (check out my karats)
and i keep them shooters with me, say the word, they gon’ blast you (say they gon’ blast)
man, this sh~t will get nasty (sh~t will get nasty)
[verse 3: 21 savage]
drum on the sticky (21), ‘xtendo on the bl!cky (21)
i don’t talk on phones ’cause i know these n~ggas mickies (p~ssy)
all these rappers b~tchy, big 4l, we run the city (big facts)
savage rockin’ them vvs, all these diamonds got me nippy (21)
he finally got some money, think he tough, now he in a bag
swear i need some new opps ’cause my old opps keep on throwin’ flags
pull up in your hood, blow it down, jump in the car and smash
credit good with all the k!llers, i put bodies on my tab
got~got your hood in my blunt (21), m in the trunk (p~ssy)
richard on my wrist (p~ssy) when they playin’ tunk (p~ssy)
i don’t fake pump (p~ssy), bust him like a bump
we at the bottom of the hill with them choppers in the front (21)

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