"K Nasty Intro" lyrics
(HerbMadeThisBeat)
Let me talk my shit
Huh?
Lil Kayla, what's happenin'?
If we gon' keep it a buck, man, you hoes is disgusting
And when you bitches be talkin', it don't be 'bout nothing
The only time it's important when I'm up for discussion
Nigga crazy as fuck, he think I wanna fuck him
I'm goin' crazy on 580, doin' a hundred
And if I see red and blue lights, you know I'ma run it
And if I let you hit, you gotta beat like you drummin'
And no, you can't eat my pussy if you won't keep me cummin'
Ayy, look, you know I need a certified freak, huh
Beat this pussy down every day of the week
I hope you came prepared, 'cause we fuckin' up these sheets
Can you do a favor for me? Eat me 'til I go to sleep
You say you need a freak bitch, huh? Well, you found her
Hold my legs up like you changin' my Pamper
Who the fuck keep callin'? Turn your phone off, don't answer
I kidnapped that dick, I got him held up for ransom
I'm the type to ride up on that tip and slide back down
His eyes rollin' to the back now
Underestimated me, I had to put that mack down
And I don't never get tired, 'cause bitch, I pack rounds
You thought I was done, baby, hit it from the back now
And fuck me crazy, all crazy, make me tap out
I know it's CDC, but baby, you could rip my tracks out
Only if you finna cash out
Nigga can't tell me shit, I'm not that bitch who gon' listen
Do what the fuck I want when I want in the quickness
You niggas act all hard, but y'all really be on simp shit
One thing I hate is when a bitch in my business
Just wanna know why do it matter who I'm fuckin' on?
Baby, just know it ain't your nigga if he comin' home
And if I sic my bitches on him, they gon' get him gone
You worried 'bout the wrong thing, you better run along
Sometimes, you gotta work too hard for that ten dollars
They be wantin' you to do too much
Bend over
Spread your legs, stick your butt out
Come on, Bankhead bounce for me
Nigga, what?
All of that for ten dollars?
You can stick it out at the Players Club if you want to
Four years gon' be done passed you by
And you gon' be ridin' 'round in a Honda Accord
Let me talk my shit
Huh?
Lil Kayla, what's happenin'?
If we gon' keep it a buck, man, you hoes is disgusting
And when you bitches be talkin', it don't be 'bout nothing
The only time it's important when I'm up for discussion
Nigga crazy as fuck, he think I wanna fuck him
I'm goin' crazy on 580, doin' a hundred
And if I see red and blue lights, you know I'ma run it
And if I let you hit, you gotta beat like you drummin'
And no, you can't eat my pussy if you won't keep me cummin'
Ayy, look, you know I need a certified freak, huh
Beat this pussy down every day of the week
I hope you came prepared, 'cause we fuckin' up these sheets
Can you do a favor for me? Eat me 'til I go to sleep
You say you need a freak bitch, huh? Well, you found her
Hold my legs up like you changin' my Pamper
Who the fuck keep callin'? Turn your phone off, don't answer
I kidnapped that dick, I got him held up for ransom
I'm the type to ride up on that tip and slide back down
His eyes rollin' to the back now
Underestimated me, I had to put that mack down
And I don't never get tired, 'cause bitch, I pack rounds
You thought I was done, baby, hit it from the back now
And fuck me crazy, all crazy, make me tap out
I know it's CDC, but baby, you could rip my tracks out
Only if you finna cash out
Nigga can't tell me shit, I'm not that bitch who gon' listen
Do what the fuck I want when I want in the quickness
You niggas act all hard, but y'all really be on simp shit
One thing I hate is when a bitch in my business
Just wanna know why do it matter who I'm fuckin' on?
Baby, just know it ain't your nigga if he comin' home
And if I sic my bitches on him, they gon' get him gone
You worried 'bout the wrong thing, you better run along
Sometimes, you gotta work too hard for that ten dollars
They be wantin' you to do too much
Bend over
Spread your legs, stick your butt out
Come on, Bankhead bounce for me
Nigga, what?
All of that for ten dollars?
You can stick it out at the Players Club if you want to
Four years gon' be done passed you by
And you gon' be ridin' 'round in a Honda Accord
