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Lyrics

Chorus

Tonight we gone get nasty, slow sippin on the backseat

Slick tongue, red nails, baby make me gasp, see

All my girls got that bad streak, hush now, just let me speak

Tonight we gone get nasty, oh you 'bout to feel heat

Post-Chorus

Ooh, nasty, nasty

Ooh, nasty, nasty

Verse 2

Got the silk on my hips, you wanna bite, no talking

Steam on my lips, break your rules, I’m plotting

H-town body, ATL mind, dripping into morning

Hold on tight, don’t you quit, I love when you get cocky

Pre-Chorus

Slide up close, slow down with me

Deep in the dark, ain’t nobody can see

Whisper my name, and tear up the sheets

You act so sweet, but I know how you eat

Chorus

Tonight we gone get nasty, slow sippin on the backseat

Slick tongue, red nails, baby make me gasp, see

All my girls got that bad streak, hush now, just let me speak

Tonight we gone get nasty, oh you 'bout to feel heat

Post-Chorus

Ooh, nasty, nasty

Ooh, nasty, nasty

Bridge

Candle wax on the dresser, heatin up the tension

You runnin wild for pleasure, got me in suspension

Teeth on my shoulder, hands makin art

Sweat on the mirror, you know how to start

Verse 3

Curve of my body, tracing like a map

Low moan in the covers, losing track of facts

You crave this flavor, only midnight can unlock

Thighs up, no limits, I got you on lock

Pre-Chorus

Slide up close, slow down with me

Deep in the dark, ain’t nobody can see

Whisper my name, and tear up the sheets

You act so sweet, but I know how you eat

Chorus

Tonight we gone get nasty, slow sippin on the backseat

Slick tongue, red nails, baby make me gasp, see

All my girls got that bad streak, hush now, just let me speak

Tonight we gone get nasty, oh you 'bout to feel heat

Post-Chorus

Ooh, nasty, nasty

Ooh, nasty, nasty

Outro

Sweat drips, tongue flicks, velvet on my skin

Nails slide down slow, you begging to begin

Danger with a wink, you crave every sin

Ain’t stoppin til sunrise, let the games recommence

Post-Chorus

Ooh, nasty, nasty

Ooh, nasty, nasty

Ooh, nasty, nasty

Ooh, nasty, nasty

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