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nasty - dg the mob lyrics

[intro: jarcitty]
came down with a little bit of
a cold…

[hook: jarcitty]
yes, yes, yes b*tch i’m nasty (i’m gross, b*tch)
24/7 now and the past me (aye)
i shoot for 10s
break the scales
get 11s (woo)
i don’t* i don’t* i don’t know
where my max be
yes b*tch i’m nasty (i’m gross, b*tch)
24/7 now and the past me (aye)
i shoot for 10s
break the scales
get 11s
i don’t* i don’t* i don’t know
where my max be
[verse 1: jarcitty]
(where ya max be?)
don’t even ask me (okay)
all i know is these b*tches trashy (they trashy)
suckin d*ck like a kardashian
so they mans can’t spend cash again
i’m sick but i’m vaccinated
so it’s chronic
illness in my dna
spreads through my drip: bubonic
designer handkerchiefs
with some gucci on it
wipe my ass with blue strips
record my tracks in the closet
cuhz i f*ck with the acoustics
it’s so therapeutic
never refuse tips
i’m always looking to learn a lesson
so i can turn two zeroes
into six, yeah i’m nasty with my sh*ts
tryna get my crew rich
there’s no debate
i know why you hate
ten years ahead and i’m happy
y’all waiting, penmanship too snappy
competition overrated: been the sh*t
don’t @ me
[hook: jarcitty]
yes, yes, yes b*tch i’m nasty (i’m gross, b*tch)
24/7 now and the past me (aye)
i shoot for 10s
break the scales
get 11s (woo)
i don’t* i don’t* i don’t know
where my max be
yes b*tch i’m nasty (i’m gross, b*tch)
24/7 now and the past me (aye)
i shoot for 10s
break the scales
get 11s
i don’t* i don’t* i don’t know
where my max be

[verse 2: peezy mercury]
whatchu know bout finding guns in your crib?
c*ckin em, holding em sideways
to see if you lit?
optimal for gettin’ driveways all covered in sh*t
opposition wanna fly away, ain’t that bout a b*tch?
been the highest young n*gga since jordan
back in ’96
bars are supersonic, i’m always scoring
don’t need a pick
mad productive when i wake and bake
5 am i be lit
early bird gettin’ the worm
and dg n*ggas take ya’ b*tch
it’s a phenomenon
makin sure my money goin’
on and on
tryna have my checks really monstrous
like it’s digimon
rasclaat said he hit
and i’m like “really did ya’ mon?
(like really did ya’ mon)
go ahead and break me off
dem bomboclaat digits mon!”
it’s peezy mercury, a top shotta
don’t be talkin’ sh*t
cuhz otherwise? my youts got ya
when i had the braids
i felt like don dada
had to cut em off
momma caught me smoking
on that ganja
but i guess i got my swagger back
made a couple racks
bussin’ out my f*ckin backpack: take a look at that
droppin’ tapes like i was fat pat
in a scat pack
skrtin off with my hoodlum n*ggas
no rap cap: b*tch i’m nasty (b*tch i’m nasty)
[hook: jarcitty]
yes, yes, yes b*tch i’m nasty (i’m gross, b*tch)
24/7 now and the past me (aye)
i shoot for 10s
break the scales
get 11s (woo)
i don’t* i don’t* i don’t know
where my max be
yes b*tch i’m nasty (i’m gross, b*tch)
24/7 now and the past me (aye)
i shoot for 10s
break the scales
get 11s
i don’t* i don’t* i don’t know
where my max be

[outro: cleaveland brown]
oh that’s nastyyyyyyy

- dg the mob lyrics

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