Nasty - Pixie Lott

I’m shooting the hundred, it’s nasty

Ain’t no need for the mask, I’m getting nasty

We got the vents, you know it’s getting nasty

Ain’t no need for the beefing, know we blasting

200 on my dash, I’m getting nasty

Pull out with your bitch, you know she nasty

Ain’t no need for the drugs, you know I’m smashing

Ain’t no need for the arguing, got a bad bitch

She nasty, it’s nasty

It' nasty, it’s nasty

It’s nasty, it’s nasty

It’s nasty, everything real nasty

DrugRixh

I’m known to get nasty

Play with that gang, could get tragic

I’ll have you missing like absence

Make dope disappear like it’s magic

With a bitch, I don’t strap like you’re ratchet

Hit your block with the stick, I get nasty

Diamonds on my neck, above average

500 horse, it get nasty

You can’t catch me in traffic

You will never catch me slipping

My Rick Owens got traction

Take your bitch shit at Sak’s Fifth

Hit Nieman’s, getting nasty

Police said, «Freeze!»

But my diamonds still dancing

Nasty, I’m a savage

Met a boujee bitch and hit her in the bathroom

Nasty, I’m a criminal

Rob a nigga belt first, then blast him

Nasty, I could stretch a half to a whole, my wrist is elastic

Nasty, your bitch hit a split on my dick, we know that she nasty

I’m shooting the hundred, it’s nasty

Ain’t no need for the mask, I’m getting nasty

We got the vents, you know it’s getting nasty

Ain’t no need for the beefing, know we blasting

200 on my dash, I’m getting nasty

Pull out with your bitch, you know she nasty

Ain’t no need for the drugs, you know I’m smashing

Ain’t no need for the arguing, got a bad bitch

She nasty, it’s nasty

It' nasty, it’s nasty

It’s nasty, it’s nasty

It’s nasty, everything real nasty