Ar’mon & Trey – Real Nasty Lyrics

Real Nasty Lyrics – Ar’mon & Trey

(Ain’t that DJ Chose over there? It look like DJ Chose)

VV’s in the chain dancing
Amiris on my waist, my *** real fancy (real fancy)
That Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But a hunnid bands make her real nasty
Pull up, bust it down, we not romancin’ (uh-uh)
She don’t use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
But a Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But a hunnid bands make her real nasty

I just might fly her where I stay
Press the code, go through the gate
I got habits, gotta have designer garments when I lay
Ducking cuffs and dodging bullets, we was running from the jakes
Gucci logo on my collar, only time I’m with a snake
Told my *** that she so gorgeous
Hope she don’t ignore this
I might cut her off this time
*** all nght ’till we exhausted
Put that *** in a coffin
*** around and press rewind
It ain’t no win or lose
And I’m *** with my gang, it ain’t no pick or choose
Y’all *** niggas gon’ drop the ball ’cause y’all Pikachus
These Carti frames three thousand dollars when I’m peaking through
Watch who you speaking to (yeah yeah)

VV’s in the chain dancing
Amiris on my waist, my *** real fancy (real fancy)
That Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But a hunnid bands make her real nasty
Pull up, bust it down, we not romancin’ (uh-uh)
She don’t use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
But a Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But a hunnid bands make her real nasty

Lambo cost a quarter
Made ’bout three M’s for my daughter
Met a *** from ‘cross the border
If she don’t ***, I might deport her
I’m the type to pull up with the racks out
*** a *** until she pass out
Most known to be a singing *** but I still reach and pull the Glock out
Tryna tell lil’ bro “Need to calm down”
See a whip, cop a whip, that’s mine now
Lil’ *** in the pit, she fanned out
For the show, pay cut bring my man’s out
She keep tryna tell me that this Birkin make her classy
I can guarantee this hunnid bands a make her nasty, yeah

VV’s in the chain dancing
Amiris on my waist, my *** real fancy (real fancy)
That Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But a hunnid bands make her real nasty
Pull up, bust it down, we not romancin’ (uh-uh)
She don’t use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
But a Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But a hunnid bands make her real nasty

She gon’ wind up doing what I said so
She know what is with a *** from the get go
Lil’ baby on my line, might have to buy that *** a Metro
Drop it on a dime, I had to give that *** a metal
(Yeah yeah)
Blue face hunnids on my mind
She addicted to the life and she *** with the hype, yeah
Freak *** tyna spend the night
Hit the DM, book a flight
She gon’ do it for the likes, yeah yeah

VV’s in the chain dancing
Amiris on my waist, my *** real fancy (real fancy)
That Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But a hunnid bands make her real nasty
Pull up, bust it down, we not romancin’ (uh-uh)
She don’t use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
But a Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But a hunnid bands make her real nasty

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