Nasty Lyrics

Mmhmm mhmm

Oui

Oh yeah!

Oui

Double fist my Dutch with two hands (two hands)

Double dick my zip in one roll (one roll)

double my duffle bags, we ship enough of that

Line 'em up let's see if they can float

(I'm saying)

Off to the land of make-believe

I know most niggas don't sling that

They talking huge for peddling a couple of green sacks

But it funded a dream

So we bought it in greenback

blue bills in the Jan sport

Fan packs full of anthrax

Asking where my mans at

Ask him where the band at

Galactic with the shuttle

Rubber banding fast as game lag

All my niggas got a job but we don't wear no name tags

Be great and be excess

Hold this one sec

(What happened?)

Double fist my Dutch

Double dick my zip...

Tell the scouts we can manage

All that business when he's here

Plus there's 80 to a mag

With a whole lot of clips

Every man got belts on

Like Batman on his hip

I tell her double-fist my dick to make me feel special

I double-dip inside her pocket make her feel better

She see the drab it's sad

I see a man that's scared

Scarred from staring at yellow

My brick road on a bezel

I Sweat hydrogen fission

I like viewing horizons

I like my scenes on scribble

Gravitated to writing but still

I'm smooth with the dribbling

Disco spin with that fire

I'm white hot

Catch me Walking with mont Etna in my palms

We burn the dead

It was written when the turbo got involved

I'm talking miles

They like mafia too, the neighbors scared to point him out

Tick tick and a boom

There's Mushrooms in my clouds

Got a stench in my gown

Scent remind you of June

I've been in the bridge-burning business for a while now

and it's not much, but it's honest work...