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Make It Nasty
921,725
Hip-Hop/Rap
Make It Nasty was released on February 21, 2012 by Cash Money Records/Motown Records as a part of the album Careless World: Rise of the Last King
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Release DateFebruary 21, 2012
LabelCash Money Records/Motown Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Ray Stevenson
Michael Ray Stevenson
Composer
C. Washington
C. Washington
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
CP Dubb
CP Dubb
Producer
Tyga
Tyga
Vocal Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop, drop it on the bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop, pop it on the bitch, make it nasty
[Verse 2]
Uh, yeah bitch, make it nasty
Tongue down her throat while the other bitch gaggin'
Bottles in the basket, pills in the plastic
She gon' do drugs, but we don't do acid
Fuckin' on the mattress, hit a bed spring
Ain't nothin' better, it's the best thing
Got a China bitch straight from Beijing
Pussy so tight, all she do is scream
Oh, bend it over, make you touch your toes
I like how she merry-go-round, round the pole
Pose, ah, open, close
I like when my bitches don't wear no clothes
It's hot up in this motherfucker, r-r-reload
Gangstas in this motherfucker, we got it sold
T-T-T-raw when I walk in the door
Bitches they know, yeah, bitches they know, ha
[Verse 3]
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop, drop it on the bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop, pop it on the bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop, drop it on the bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop, pop it on the bitch, make it nasty
[Verse 4]
Uh, yeah ****, I'ma star
Stacks on black, you can use the black card
Pull up, hop out, valet the car
'Bout to go big, got bitches galore
Tippin' on the shh, then she drop it to the floor
I like blow jobs, she could be my employer
(Back it up) Then I put it in her backdoor
Now it's lights out, l-lights out like Roy
Jones Junior, T-raw the ruler
Slicker than a cold patch, gold chain cubic
Poke till it's brusin', dick on punta
Gimmie gimmie chocha, kill it like OJ
[Verse 5]
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop, drop it on the bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop, pop it on the bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop, drop it on the bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop, pop it on the bitch, make it nasty
[Verse 6]
Tap, tap, tap that ass, make it nasty
Tap, tap, tap that ass, make it nasty
Tap, tap, tap that ass, make it nasty
Clap, clap, clap that ass, make it nasty
Tap, tap, tap that ass, make it nasty
Tap, tap, tap that ass, make it nasty
Tap, tap, tap that ass, make it nasty
Clap, clap, clap that ass, make it nasty
[Verse 7]
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop, drop it on the bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop, pop it on the bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop, drop it on the bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop, pop it on the bitch, make it nasty
Written by: C. Washington, Michael Ray Stevenson
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