Nasty part two

She doubled back, said the vibe still haunt her

Said no man ever left her wetter or rawer

I told her, “Let’s spin that block like a vinyl drop”

She pulled up in heels with that coochie unlocked

We ain’t even speak, just action and heat

Ass so fat, I made her bust on beat

Plain tee, durag, still got her fiendin’

No flex — just stroke and meaning

She said, “You spiritual — but filthy too”

Told her, “Baby, both my sides f*ck true”

I’m nasty — that soul-snatchin’ kind

Where you feel it in your spine, and I bend your mind

I’m nasty — ain’t no weak stroke here

I got stamina, rhythm, and some devil in the rear

Nasty — her toes curled up tight

Now she textin’ me “good morning” every night

Certified, verified, freak on sight

Gave her pipe, now she talkin’ ’bout “forever type”

(So nasty, baby…)

Certified, grown-man work

(So nasty, baby…)

She don’t even wear panties no more

(So nasty, baby…)

I am the problem… and the cure

I’m that 2026 type of love — mature.