Tink - Dirty Slang lyrics

rate me

Ain't nothing like them country boys,

Dirty slang

Take you home, teach you some things

Pretty guy, that ain't my type

I want a downtown boy like you.

Touchdown in your city and feel them girls ain't with me

I like your waves when I put my hands on you

Love the way you shot it, you talk slow but I like it

You keep it up, baby, here’s what I’m gonna do, do, do, do

Call you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning

Hit the club, throw some ones for the hoes

It's my fault, I just love that way you keep it

Man, and everybody knows

Ain’t nothing like them country boys, dirty slang

I wanna take you home, teach you some things

Don’t want no pretty guy, that ain’t my type

I want a downtown boy like you

Ain’t nothing like them country boys, dirty slang

I wanna take you home, teach you some things

Don’t want no pretty guy, that ain’t my type

I want a downtown boy like you

Yeah, and look, she say she want a young nigga

Yeah, foreign shit for my bottom bitch cause my bag right damn,

She pour the forth, we still leaning from last night.

Look, fuck lose my boo rock jays

We don't never play heart games this shit real for her, it's a drill.

Baby girl from Chiraq, back shots, that's my cat.

And she my dog, my nigga, won’t pose boy, fuck pictures

Tink, just know that I fuck with you,

One call OM dog,

On me, it’s all up, yeah.

Ain’t nothing them country boys, dirty slang

I wanna take you home, teach you some things

Don’t want no pretty guy, that ain’t my type

I want a downtown boy like you

Ain’t nothing like them country boys, dirty slang

I wanna take you home, teach you some things

Don’t want no pretty guy, that ain’t my type

I want a downtown boy like you

Something ‘bout the way you run these streets

You’re well respected, hope that knows your name

And something bout the way you talk to me

When I hear your accent, makes me go insane

Ain’t nothing like them country boys, dirty slang

I wanna take you home, teach you some things

Don’t want no pretty guy, that ain’t my type

I want a downtown boy like you

Ain’t nothing like them country boys, dirty slang

I wanna take you home, teach you some things

Don’t want no pretty guy, that ain’t my type

I want a downtown boy like you

Call you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning

Hit the club, throw some ones for the hoes

It's my fault, I just love it the way you keep it

Man, and everybody knows

Call you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning

Hit the club, throw some ones for the hoes

It's my fault, I just love the way you keep it

Man, and everybody knows

Ain’t nothing like them country boys...

Thanks to Gigi for correcting these lyrics