The Notorious B.I.G – Nasty Boy

Download another mp3 audio song by The Notorious B.I.G a.k.a Biggie Smalls titled “Nasty Boy”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his which is titled “Life After Death” Which was released in March 25, 1997.

 

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Come on, yeah come on, yeah

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Come on, yeah, come on,

Come on, come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Uh, I go, on and on and on and

Don’t take them to the crib unless they bonin’

Easy, call ’em on the phone and

Platinum Chanel cologne and

I stay, dressed, to impress

Spark these bitches interest

Sex is all I expect

If they watch TV in the Lex, they know

They know, quarter past fo’

Left the club tipsy, say no mo’

Except how I’m gettin’ home, tomorrow

Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uh

Back of my mind I hope she swallow (Uh-huh)

Man, she split a drink on my cream Wallows

Reach the gate, hungry just ate

Riffin’, she got to be to work by eight

This must mean she ain’t tryin’ to wait

Conversate, sex on the first date, I state

You know what you do to me

She starts off, “well I don’t usually”

Then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt

Step out, show me what you all about

Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse

Pull your G-string down south, aow!

Threw that back out, in the parking lot

By a Cherokee and a green drop-top

And I don’t stop, until I squirt

Jeans skirt, butt-naked it all work

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

I remember we, went to Tennessee

Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone

Bitch named Symone

Screamin’, she feenin’, for the semen

Me bein’, the man that I am

Took her to her condo, pronto

Half Indian, I called her Tonto

Roll the chron’chron’ in the dark pronto

Few puffs, eyes got low

And off to the bedroom we go

Sex is drama, head is trauma

Rip pajamas, I’mma stay ’til tomorrow

Satisfyin’ all my needs twice

With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice

The bitch is nice, word is bond

Can’t wait to put my niggas on, what, what?

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

Ladies, my Mercedes

Hold fo’ in the back, two if you’re fat

Keep a gat, for cats that try to test me

They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley

Let’s see, the bitch I’m waitin’ on

Cartier jeans look like they painted on

Ask P, leave it up to me

Lay her on her back ever so gently

She like the way the dough fold up, Rolls roll up

Cristal just throw up, bitch grow up

Hold up, there’s DeGenero

Dripped out, Iceberg apparel

Intro goes without speaking

Call me Cease ’cause I keep ’em, we can go freakin’

All weekend, so, roll in

Ain’t it good that my Lex keeps foldin? Uhh

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty

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