Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count

I'd be jealous too, if she was with you I'd be out my mind, watching her move I'd be jealous too, if she was with you, with you She's a California red in a dive bar Hourglass body like a guitar That forever wild smile appears like a Glitter bomb in the

Mmm mmm mmm I like the sound, I like the sound of that I like the sound of that It's a little too loud on the highway I wanna pull back in your driveway It's way too quiet at my place Wanna come on over, come on over I just wanna hear that ringtone I

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's being born Same time a man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural I explain My plateau, and also, what defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm

On a body like you Tell me what I gotta do Oh na-na-na La-di-da-di Wanna know how it feels Let me love you like that, honey do I watch you movin', you movin' to me, see where this can go I got you choosin', you choosin' to be somebody to know Say that,

They didn't try So why would we try If we can wait Just have ourselves a time Free like the mind It always waits For friends to come around So they'll get high

Hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady 'cause I Raised you better, gotta keep it together even when you fall apart, But this ain't my mama's broken heart Go and fix your make up girl it's, just a break up run an' I cut my bangs with some rusty

You know it's gonna get better The darkest night Never felt so bright with you by my side Nothing like the rain, nothing like the rain When you're in outer space, when you're in outer space To love me again I guess I was running from something I was

Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper Somebody come tip her, she's dancin' like a stripper Somebody come get her, she's feelin' all the liquor Somebody come to the floor, it feels like we've met before Chopped and screwed up I'm a pothead,

Right then, that's when I'll take you back It's like music To hear you bawling When a freight train jumps off a track And rolls down my road And it's summertime in Texas And they're playing in the snow