Nasty Songtext
von Shygirl
Nasty Songtext
What you wanna do when you′re speed dial hollerin'?
Oh, seven nine, 4 a.m., rude boy ting
I can keep you up, put you down if I want to
Tell me, what′s good? Still around, guess I like you
Keep me on the line, I'll catch you out if I feel to
Never one to start it up, walk away, you need to
Catch me on your mind, leavin' scraps for you to figure out
Turnin′ in your sleep shit′s weak, clear your mind now
I'ma leave you bitter, wishin′ we were never timed out
Say you're really ′bout it, but you call every night now
Look at me, look at you, I get down real low
I already figured out you ain't ready, take it slow
What you wanna do when you′re speed dial hollerin'?
Oh, seven, nine, 4 a.m. rude boy ting
Oh, seven, nine, 4 a.m. rude boy ting
Rude boy ting
What you wanna do when you're speed dial hollerin′?
Oh, seven, nine, I ain′t here for no long time
Gimme what I need when I need it, if you 'bout this
If you don′t know, then boy, swift dismiss
Fiendin' for your time, and I got it how you like
30 klicks to my house and I′m down for the night
Is it good? Is it nice? Gonna come through twice?
Real talk, are you really 'bout this spice?
Say what you want, need to hear, what′s on your mind b?
Never leave you guessin', I'ma tell you where to find me
Taught you what you know, now you wanna get rowdy
Nobody watchin′, but you act up loudly
What you wanna do when you′re speed dial hollerin'?
Oh, seven, nine, 4 a.m. rude boy ting
Oh, seven nine, 4 a.m., rude boy ting
I can keep you up, put you down if I want to
Tell me, what′s good? Still around, guess I like you
Keep me on the line, I'll catch you out if I feel to
Never one to start it up, walk away, you need to
Catch me on your mind, leavin' scraps for you to figure out
Turnin′ in your sleep shit′s weak, clear your mind now
I'ma leave you bitter, wishin′ we were never timed out
Say you're really ′bout it, but you call every night now
Look at me, look at you, I get down real low
I already figured out you ain't ready, take it slow
What you wanna do when you′re speed dial hollerin'?
Oh, seven, nine, 4 a.m. rude boy ting
Oh, seven, nine, 4 a.m. rude boy ting
Rude boy ting
What you wanna do when you're speed dial hollerin′?
Oh, seven, nine, I ain′t here for no long time
Gimme what I need when I need it, if you 'bout this
If you don′t know, then boy, swift dismiss
Fiendin' for your time, and I got it how you like
30 klicks to my house and I′m down for the night
Is it good? Is it nice? Gonna come through twice?
Real talk, are you really 'bout this spice?
Say what you want, need to hear, what′s on your mind b?
Never leave you guessin', I'ma tell you where to find me
Taught you what you know, now you wanna get rowdy
Nobody watchin′, but you act up loudly
What you wanna do when you′re speed dial hollerin'?
Oh, seven, nine, 4 a.m. rude boy ting
Writer(s): James Brown, Claude Kelly, Thomas Callaway, Richard Finch, Harry Casey, Matthew Kahane, Billy Nicholls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com