Sir Michael Rocks - Nasty Pastor lyrics
rate me[Hook]
She say she ony love me when I’m nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty
Smashin out in traffic, you can catch me, catch me
Catch me, catch me, catch me, catch me,
I’ll go change my car up front so we’re matching, matching
Matching, matching, matching, matching
She say she ony love me when I’m nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty
My interview’s got a budget, the drugs in the budget
The hoes in budget, they twerking now in public
Man I’m banko from the tp, see the charles cosby
Order in them cellies, my bitch ain’t got no belly
Hey man electricity trippy rollin dope
It’s 50-60 foreign hoes
This be wish while she acting prissy but she going home
Sippy, sippy pourin on the crissy till we pissy
Going bobby, going whitney
You can miss me with the going broke
The game ain’t the same son
I’m hoppin on the plane son
These bitches come with baggage
And I ain’t tryina claim none
I tell em carry on, let the same sidestory
I’m getting top from a popstar,
That’s that real top 40, don’t stunt
You niggas not doing what you want
I hope you hatin nigga smoke a blunt from the front
For a month I was ot on the road, getting money getting shows
By the hunneds, but
[Hook]
She say she ony love me when I’m nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty
Smashin out in traffic, you can catch me, catch me
Catch me, catch me, catch me, catch me,
I’ll go change my car up front so we’re matching, matching
Matching, matching, matching, matching
She say she ony love me when I’m nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty
Man, my team concrete, solid boy
Bitches on my I’m enjoy,
Bustin down them boxes, watching shottas with your baby mama
Stop it boy, stop it 5, stop it 4, just stop it
Pull up on that ass in that drop
Since she cute, I give her pipe and light the side of range rover seats
I told myself that I would be, the one to end the 3, the mvp
That’s why you dream of me, you lying through your teeth
If you say I ain’t get buzz
Where the liquor and the groz
Cause beeing broke come from taking them breaks
And I ain’t selling you a zip if you ain’t placing for ape
It’s bank O, case closed, clear face in the lake
If there was be a goofy time, I bet you hate to be late
It’s good sushi, she not a groupie
She raise that ass like the flag and salute me
And when I’m picking up the bag, she a boost me
And that’s why you make me laugh, you a groupie
[Hook]
She say she ony love me when I’m nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty
Smashin out in traffic, you can catch me, catch me
Catch me, catch me, catch me, catch me,
I’ll go change my car up front so we’re matching, matching
Matching, matching, matching, matching
She say she ony love me when I’m nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty.
