Thug Nasty Nasty Thug by Toothpick Tommy Lyrics
You can't fuck with this gangsta shit
You can't fuck with this gangsta shit
I smash you in your fuckin' lips
For trying to test my gangsta-ness
I'm a mutha fuckin' hardcore thug
I will leave blood on your rug
Then get yo bitch to give me a tug
While I'm chillin' with yo moms in your tub
Bubble baths, make her laugh
Her pussy wet like clothes in gym class
I hustle every day so I got lots of cash
Might as well call me fat stacks
Ugh, ya you know what I mean
Ya I know you wanna live this dream
Fuckin' bitches and gettin' lots of cream
Until you get shot and start to scream
I got tons of goons that'll shoot ya
Leave ya in the water like a beluga
Got a lama in the trunk, boy I'll shoot ya
My hollow points will go right through ya
Got a bitch to change my music, auto tune
Got a bitch to sweep my floors, auto broom
She give me house keys, auto room
She give me utensils, auto spoon
They say I ain't nothin', tell em watch me
Throw me a Rolex, homie, watch me
My click dangerous like some Nazis
I say thank you in Italian, "Grazie"
I'm the best rapper on this earth
I'm not fake, I'm a fuckin' ice burg
Cold as hell, with a golden snail
Tell yo bitch to come right hurr
Another verse bout me killin' nillas
Bullet in yo mouth call it fillin' nillas
You a scab, I'm peelin' nillas
I'm hard as fuck, no feelin' nillas
Now some bars about all my bling
Jewelz on my neck and a pinky ring
So much ice, I'm always freezing
You lames think of Asians when you hear Cha Ching
Money money money money money
Money money, guess what, more money
Call me Hitman cause I got bloody money
Bees in the trap, call it honey money
Drive a gun shaped car call it pistol whip
Got a rocket in my pocket call it missile tip
You a female dog, better listen bitch!!
I told you you can't fuck with my gangsta-ness
(Oh shit, he's so gangsta. He's talking about all that stuff in a song, he's so gangsta. Shit, he's not in jail?? But he's saying all of that stuff in the studio?? Well gosh damn man, he's too gangsta)
You can't fuck with this gangsta shit
I smash you in your fuckin' lips
For trying to test my gangsta-ness
I'm a mutha fuckin' hardcore thug
I will leave blood on your rug
Then get yo bitch to give me a tug
While I'm chillin' with yo moms in your tub
Bubble baths, make her laugh
Her pussy wet like clothes in gym class
I hustle every day so I got lots of cash
Might as well call me fat stacks
Ugh, ya you know what I mean
Ya I know you wanna live this dream
Fuckin' bitches and gettin' lots of cream
Until you get shot and start to scream
I got tons of goons that'll shoot ya
Leave ya in the water like a beluga
Got a lama in the trunk, boy I'll shoot ya
My hollow points will go right through ya
Got a bitch to change my music, auto tune
Got a bitch to sweep my floors, auto broom
She give me house keys, auto room
She give me utensils, auto spoon
They say I ain't nothin', tell em watch me
Throw me a Rolex, homie, watch me
My click dangerous like some Nazis
I say thank you in Italian, "Grazie"
I'm the best rapper on this earth
I'm not fake, I'm a fuckin' ice burg
Cold as hell, with a golden snail
Tell yo bitch to come right hurr
Another verse bout me killin' nillas
Bullet in yo mouth call it fillin' nillas
You a scab, I'm peelin' nillas
I'm hard as fuck, no feelin' nillas
Now some bars about all my bling
Jewelz on my neck and a pinky ring
So much ice, I'm always freezing
You lames think of Asians when you hear Cha Ching
Money money money money money
Money money, guess what, more money
Call me Hitman cause I got bloody money
Bees in the trap, call it honey money
Drive a gun shaped car call it pistol whip
Got a rocket in my pocket call it missile tip
You a female dog, better listen bitch!!
I told you you can't fuck with my gangsta-ness
(Oh shit, he's so gangsta. He's talking about all that stuff in a song, he's so gangsta. Shit, he's not in jail?? But he's saying all of that stuff in the studio?? Well gosh damn man, he's too gangsta)