Mikel Spight - Nasty

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I knew a ball head scalli wag
Ain't got no hair in the back
Ain't got no hair in the back
But she still do hair in the trap
Gone head
Weave up
Lil bit of head stay feeding her
Lil bitty edges leaning up
Stackin yo bread like Jesus

Let's talk about keisha

Fuck them niggas I don't need them
Broke ass niggas can't keep up
Buy my own shit I don't need ya
My ball headed home girl Nina
Stay round the corner do weave girl
Told me bout him he mean girl

Shit I ain't mean I'm peaceful

Uh

What y'all talkin bout
Bih you gone walk it out
Lil ass shoes in the parking lot
Tight ass pants wit da marker

Nigga I know you ain't talkin
Bright ass shirt you walk in
That's why yo elbows ashy
Old ass draws be funky

Oh now I she trippin
Bih yeen took a shower since Wednesday
All ya homegirls iffy
And all of y'all look 50
Yo dollar's worth a penny
And yo gas tank empty
You talking bout my draws bitch yo draws just nasty

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I know this nigga ain't talking he got mo head then body
He swear he fresh but when he walk outside the house he be sloppy
Steady blowing my phone
I'm steady telling him stop it
He can't handle this pussy cus he don't even use chopsticks

Believe this shit if you want to this shit be all in her head
This bih smell like the shit that be on back of elephant legs
She steady hittin my niggas
And they be tellin me yea
You the type of chick that love putting ketchup on eggs

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Okay listen
I ain't wanna have to be the nigga that'll tell ya that ya breath kicking
Bruce Lee up in this bitch looking at ya like who the fuck is this
Lil ass ponytail on side ya head looks like chicken
Wings at a backyard bbq when the chef go missing
You the type of chick that prolly tell niggas yeen got time for this shit
Turn around go and tell ya friends that the nigga be the one trippin
Post a lie about a nigga just to look as if ya had a lotta bitches
Then you wonder why the nigga turn around and diss ya ass from a distance

Okay get this
You the type of nigga prolly get a girl number just to try and hit it
Lil dingaling even though I never saw it I can tell the difference
Acting all tough like you beat somebody up but you never hit shit
Big ass head lil ass legs I can tell you never lifted
Only like to date a girl if she a nine out of ten on ya wish list
Prolly can't afford a date and I can tell cus you still drive a biscuit
Old ass Jordan's on ya feet and I can tell toes look crispy
Never use a rubber fucking on the covers type of nigga super iffy

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Written by:
MIKEL SPIGHT

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