Naughty lyrics



Who the f*ck are you?
I'm Regi!

She wanna know my love, I can't give her love
She just want the cash, grab her up and bake
I be on the block, I keep a weapon
Told my ratchet, keep a stick up in her dress, yeah
I be with the bros, ain't no breaking codes
We not f*ckin' wit' 'em, all my n*ggas [?]
[?], I caught him lackin' in broad day
All my pockets full, we gon' break the rules
I rock [?] on the bag, she want Chane'-ne'
That lil' b*tch, I had to tell her, give me face-face
We gon' break thе bank, ridin' through that sh*t
New Givenchy kicks, I had to teach him a lеsson
We gon' catch a body, don't f*ck wit' nobody
b*tches in the lobby, all my b*tches naughty
All my b*tches wildin', all my b*tches stylin'
I might catch a homi', .45 hit that lil' boy
Pull up wit' that tool, boy
That's my slime, that's my brother, that's my twin
Better watch out for them n*ggas that be 'boutta cap
Told him, "pull up to the function", ask him where he at

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh-ohh
She like, "ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh-ohh"
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