So Nasty – Song and Lyrics by 83 Babies

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘So Nasty’ by 83 Babies. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 83 Babies or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

(Skynny, that’s what’s up)
Woo (what?)

Goyard hold about a quarter milli’ (that’s up)
I was on the way to Houston, brought a bag with me (a bag)
Damn, that pussy fire but she too high, sadity (too high)
I keep fucking with this bitch ’cause she so nasty (she so nasty)

I keep fucking with this lil’ ho ’cause she nasty (for real)
Bust down Rollie, now a gangster want the Patek (nah, for real)
I be drippin’ now with all the newest fabric (no cap)
They like how I hopped in the ‘Vette and then I smashed it (big 3)
My gangster bitch like to take pictures with my ratchet (hah)
And she know I ain’t going for nothin’, I let a nigga have it
Young nigga done went major, I done made my family happy
And still be in the trenches with my glizzy smokin’ cabbage
Tell her throw it back
She seen them racks and ain’t know how to act (what else?)
Big old racks, and all my designer mismatched (no cap)
Back of the ‘Bach (uh-huh)
This ain’t no motherfuckin’ Cadillac (ayy)
Play with them racks (what else?)
And we gon’ come through like the Men in Black (what?)

Goyard hold about a quarter milli’ (that’s up)
I was on the way to Houston, brought a bag with me (a bag)
Damn, that pussy fire but she too high, sadity (too high)
I keep fucking with this bitch ’cause she so nasty (she so nasty)

I keep diving in the pussy ’cause it’s splashy (what?)
Count too many racks, my hands get ashy (my hands get ashy)
Goyard bag, got a couple bands to last me (to last me)
Tell my grandma hold the chopper, she like 83 (grrah)
I’m with Setitoff (Setitoff)
The way them bands keep coming, I might bet it all (I might bet it all)
I’m geeking, I might f*ck her off an Adderall (what?)
Made two-fifty, then another hundred bands tomorrow (rich)

Goyard hold about a quarter milli’ (that’s up)
I was on the way to Houston, brought a bag with me (a bag)
Damn, that pussy fire but she too high, sadity (too high)
I keep fucking with this bitch ’cause she so nasty (she so nasty)

Aha, I keep fucking with that ho ’cause she a freak (freak)
After we f*ck she clean it up, she neat (she neat)
I think I’m drowning in that pussy, I’m too deep (ayy)
Brand new bustdown, new Patek Philippe (splash)
She just wanna f*ck, she don’t want nothing else (nah)
We giving headshots, don’t aim at nothing else (grrah, grrah)
I think that pussy get wetter than Michael Phelps
She say she wanna hold me down just like a belt (ayy)
Now I’m gettin’ to them racks, need the frontend and the back
F*ck the lil’ bitch on the first night from the front end to the back
I ain’t even have to kick her out, I just told her I’ma hit her back
She just want a Chanel bag, I think she want a Chanel bad, hah

Goyard hold about a quarter milli’ (that’s up)
I was on the way to Houston, brought a bag with me (a bag)
Damn, that pussy fire but she too high, sadity (too high)
I keep fucking with this bitch ’cause she so nasty (she so nasty)