Nasty Lyrics – Garry With Two R’s

Nasty Lyrics by Garry With Two R’s

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It just gets better and better
Every time i see it
I don’t do b#tches

That don’t do dishes
And i like ’em nasty
Like covid kisses
You in the wrong city

To be actin’ like you sinless
I poke holes in they weak excuses
I’m the gimlet
I’m all up in that bird

Makin’ gravy out her giblets
I spent my younger years
Bein’ timid
When my b#tch tried to kill us both

It sent me off the hinges
Then i beat cancer
And it made me more relentless
You got a problem with my pimpin’

Understand that first
I’m bustin’ off
The same gun that used to jam at first
I was trynna’

Hold hands at first
But my middle fingers won’t go down
So holdin’ hands won’t work
It’s a new tune

Doin’ the same dance won’t work
I’ve grown callous to the things
That used to have me hurt
I’m still half bezerk

f#ck around i make it hard for you to breathe
Like the air outside of planet earth
Some people never get it
’til you f#ck ’em wit’ it

And ima’ keep on hittin’
’til you learn to love the feelin’
I’ll give you #rg#sms
’til we have an organism

And i don’t mind dippin’
If i get bored wit’ ya’
But if we gettin’ bags
Then i go on tour wit’ ya’

I’ll never let you settle
If i see more in ya’
I’m explorin’ ya’
Take a tour in ya’

Open up ya’ mind
Like there’s a door in ya’
That’s how i get a head start
Always aim for the head part

And kick yo’ #ssh#l# through yo’ mouth
Make yo’ neck fart
Ding dong ditch
At deaths door

What the f#ck
You lookin’ at the refs for?
They know i fouled out
I’m still in the game

I’m plottin’ on how to get to you
It’s millions of ways
See i ain’t gon’ lie to you
I been itchin’ to fade

And i’m trippin’ out on purpose
Just to give you a shave
I promise ain’t much talkin’
At my barber shop baby

A lotta’ heads gettin’
Chopped baby
Ima’ crop myself out
They try to frame me

Wit’ no hands some f#ckas’
Still try to point and blame me
And lately
I been acceptin’ the blame that ain’t me

Cause i ain’t trynna’ argue wit’
You stupid motha’ f#ckas’ mainly
Don’t let me out the cage if i’m angry
A kilo of ketamine couldn’t tame me

I’m foamin’ at the mouth
I’m full of rabies
I like fa’ sho’ p#ss#
I don’t f#ck wit’ maybes

I see legions of broke b#tches
All screamin’ save me
sh#t i seen what happened to jesus
You ain’t ’bout to hang me

Or cross me
They been talkin’ in circles
For so long they lost me
Once i turn ’em on

I can’t get ’em off me
So i’m just killin’ ’em softly
If you ain’t got no business b#tch
Quit actin’ bossy

I’m ’bout to ball out
Hoe i got the rock
Like that dude from marcy
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