Nasty Chick Lyrics - C-murder

Listen up motherfuckers, I got a story to tell 

All you niggas out there holding hands 

With these motherfuckers street 

Them motherfuckers behind doors holding meat 

You might be holding a nasty ass 

Nasty bitch gonna fuck my boy 

Now how you gonna fuck my boy 

That's why I don't love them hoes 

You can't trust these dog ass hoes 

Nasty bitch gonna fuck my boy 

Now how you gonna fuck my boy 

That's why I don't love them hoes 

You can't trust these dog ass hoes 

I was in love like a motherfucker with this bitch 

But uh, I wasn't doing nothing but making her rich 

(Shit) 

But damn, she used to played it so cooled 

I guess she must take C for a fool 

I swear the sex had my motherfucking mind gone 

And I was tweaking like a fiend for that heroin 

And when I put it in, the way that she moaned 

Made me never ever wanted to leave her alone 

The back rubs in the hot tubs, watching videos 

It made me crawl when she took it all down her throat 

Surprise, shit I hit her with a five karat 

And later on we can talk about marriage 

(Huh) 

Ya name tatted on my chest, fuck them other broads 

We hold hands when we walking through the shopping malls 

My brother told me V charge it to the game 

But uh, listen up 'cause it's a motherfucking shame 

Nasty bitch gonna fuck my boy 

Now how you gonna fuck my boy 

That's why I don't love them hoes 

You can't trust these dog ass hoes 

Nasty bitch gonna fuck my boy 

Now how you gonna fuck my boy 

That's why I don't love them hoes 

You can't trust these dog ass hoes 

I used to page this girl about ten times a day 

But after 9, she was hard to find 

One of a kind, huh, so I was blind with the problems we had 

Found a number in her purse, said it was her dad 

I got a phone call from my nigga Jubilee 

He told me, he saw my girl in the movies 

With another nigga, nut it wasn't me 

I said man, you must be tripping, nigga it couldn't be 

I thought it was love but I guess the love was gone 

So then I put up the phone and then I went home 

Park the car, walked in the door, walked up the stairs 

And I damn near slipped on her underwear 

Opened the bedroom door, seen a ho 

With a nigga ro, 'bout to grab my fo, fo, hold 

Damn, bitch I thought we loved each other 

Nasty bitch gonna fuck my brother 

Bitch, get the fuck out my house 

Pick up your dirty ass draws, get that cum off your chest 

And wipe your motherfucking mouth and get the fuck out, biatch 

Fuck you gonna fuck my motherfucking boy 

Ol' cheesy ass ho, I didn't like you anyway 

Biatch, I catch you in the club, I'ma sneak your ass 

Fuck, nasty bitch 

Nasty bitch gonna fuck my boy 

Now how you gonna fuck my boy 

That's why I don't love them hoes 

You can't trust these dog ass hoes 

Nasty bitch gonna fuck my boy 

Now how you gonna fuck my boy 

That's why I don't love them hoes 

You can't trust these dog ass hoes