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Rich The Kid

"So Nasty"

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Skynny, that's what's up
Woo (What?)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Goyard hold about a quarter milli' (That's up)
I was on the way to Houston, brought a bag with me (A bag)
Damn, that pus*y fire but she too high, sadity (Too high)
I keep f*cking with this b*tch 'cause she so nasty (She so nasty)

[Verse 1: Setitoff83]
I keep f*cking with this lil' ho 'cause she nasty (For real)
Bust down Rollie, now a gangster want the Patek (Nah, for real)
I be drippin' now with all the newest fabric (No cap)
They like how I hopped in the 'Vette and then I smashed it (Big 3)
My gangster b*tch like to take pictures with my ratchet (Hah)
And she know I ain't going for nothin', I let a n*gga have it
Young n*gga done went major, I done made my family happy
And still be in the trenches with my glizzy smokin' cabbage
Tell her throw it back
She seen them racks and ain't know how to act (What else?)
Big old racks, and all my designer mismatched (No cap)
Back of the 'Bach (Uh-huh)
This ain't no motherf*ckin' Cadillac (Ayy)
Play with them racks (What else?)
And we gon' come through like the Men in Black (What?)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Goyard hold about a quarter milli' (That's up)
I was on the way to Houston, brought a bag with me (A bag)
Damn, that pus*y fire but she too high, sadity (Too high)
I keep f*cking with this b*tch 'cause she so nasty (She so nasty)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
I keep diving in the pus*y 'cause it's splashy (What?)
Count too many racks, my hands get ashy (My hands get ashy)
Goyard bag, got a couple bands to last me (To last me)
Tell my grandma hold the chopper, she like 83 (Grrah)
I'm with Setitoff (Setitoff)
The way them bands keep coming, I might bet it all (I might bet it all)
I'm geeking, I might f*ck her off an Adderall (What?)
Made two-fifty, then another hundred bands tomorrow (Rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Goyard hold about a quarter milli' (That's up)
I was on the way to Houston, brought a bag with me (A bag)
Damn, that pus*y fire but she too high, sadity (Too high)
I keep f*cking with this b*tch 'cause she so nasty (She so nasty)

[Verse 3: Yung Boss Tevo]
Aha, I keep f*cking with that ho 'cause she a freak (Freak)
After we f*ck she clean it up, she neat (She neat)
I think I'm drowning in that pus*y, I'm too deep (Ayy)
Brand new bustdown, new Patek Philippe (Splash)
She just wanna f*ck, she don't want nothing else (Nah)
We giving headshots, don't aim at nothing else (Grrah, grrah)
I think that pus*y get wetter than Michael Phelps
She say she wanna hold me down just like a belt (Ayy)
Now I'm gettin' to them racks, need the frontend and the back
f*ck the lil' b*tch on the first night from the front end to the back
I ain't even have to kick her out, I just told her I'ma hit her back
She just want a Chanel bag, I think she want a Chanel bad, hah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Goyard hold about a quarter milli' (That's up)
I was on the way to Houston, brought a bag with me (A bag)
Damn, that pus*y fire but she too high, sadity (Too high)
I keep f*cking with this b*tch 'cause she so nasty (She so nasty)

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