Nasty C

"Chardonnay"

[Hook: Lastee]
I tell her I'm on my way
And I got a Chardonnay
I know that she love that sh*t
On my d*ck she wanna sit
I tell her I'm on my way
Your b*tch I might confiscate
She a bomb, she a grenade
You can have her back later

[Verse 1: Lastee]
She can not be kinky sober
So I brought lean and some soda
I finna bend her over
F*ck a bedroom we got a sofa
Don't let this moment pass, cause in the morning it's over
Girl you look like you got class, I'm feeling like a Cassanova
Now she all wet like she in the sauna
She drips like a bottle of cold Coca-cola
I'm having a conversaton with a tweens
I'm fluent with the body language
She keeps saying that I'm sweet but I can be a little savage (ooh, ooh, ooh)

[Hook: Lastee]
I tell her I'm on my way
And I got a Chardonnay
I know that she love that sh*t
On my d*ck she wanna sit
I tell her I'm on my way
Your b*tch I might confiscate
She a bomb, she a grenade
You can have her back later

[Verse 2: Crowned Yung]
I told lil' mama hold up, one minute I'll be quick I swear
Got tired of my old b*tch cause I wore out so I went ahead and got a spare
She was in and out like a snare
F*cked on the couch in the dragon's lair
Cough out weed we passive here
Hidding aiming from Camden square
Fight that p*ssy I'm brawling
From the South, ain't talking New Orleans
I'm a rider till she forkin'
Then take off I ain't with the touring
Fist c*ck back, approach with caution
Gang on site here to take your Porsche
I like Pinots like Nipsey from Slauson
It's a long line to the b*tch to fall in

[Hook: Lastee]
I tell her I'm on my way
And I got a Chardonnay
I know that she love that sh*t
On my d*ck she wanna sit
I tell her I'm on my way
Your b*tch I might confiscate
She a bomb, she a grenade
You can have her back later

[Verse 3: Nasty C]
Put your back in, poke out the ass baby
The harder I stroke the more you get mad wavy
You say you back and you back for a bag baby
I know two of the same, your mouth and a pram
I beat the boss make the b*tch wig slip off
Drive the b*tch crazy make the wheels spin-off
I know you think you icy n*ggas will defrost
All them hollow chains you a Giggs imposter
Gorillas in the cut check your tone
You a p*ssy n*gga immitating thugs from your home
Face tats make a fake rat feel strong
When a captain goes wrong they put caps in their own
It's a cold...world get your coat
So when we get hot, we splurge and we boast
I developed rappin' went nerd on the folks
Get my information go to work (woah)
Back to the topic I'm on my way
She got *ss in the pockets, oh my days
I know you had a long day and your man is a lame
Make you drop like hate, well I'm gon' hydrate ya
I ain't gon' lie, I'm gon' be late but...
On the bright side you only wait for the great stuff
I'm getting some paper, wine, weed and K-cups
As soon as the wait's up, I'm picking your weight up

[Hook: Lastee]
I tell her I'm on my way
And I got a Chardonnay
I know that she love that sh*t
On my d*ck she wanna sit
I tell her I'm on my way
Your b*tch I might confiscate
She a bomb, she a grenade
You can have her back later

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