Nasty Girl (feat. Jeremih & DJ Spinking) - Jim Jones

Te dije, no tengo tiempo pa' gastar con vos Y si me tocás De vos, yo no me puedo olvidar Quiero ser tu nasty girl, mi amor Pa' que vos seas mi fuckboy, por hoy Quiero ser tu nasty girl, mi amor En este mood con vo' me puedo quedar, aah Baby, lo lamento, si me sobrara el tiempo Seguro tendríamos una historia de cuento Lento, tomémoslo más lento Nada de romantic, mejor dame violento Y qué culpa tengo yo De que vos flasheaste love Notas, sessions, business, shows Sorry, papi, no hay stock Pa' qué carajo necesito compromiso Si lo hace nasty, lo demá' me da lo mismo Yo te dije, estoy en una y no quiero aburrirte Quizás estás flasheando de más Te escribí tres canciones, pero no te ilusiones No te me enamores de más Quiero ser tu nasty girl, mi amor Pa' que vos seas mi fuckboy, por hoy Quiero ser tu nasty girl, mi amor En este mood con vo' me puedo quedar, aah Bajo para abrirte la puerta No pregunte' tanto, que no tengo respuesta' To' empieza en la cocina y terminamo' en la pieza Sácame una pista y lo hago en cámara lenta, yeah Quiero hacer to' lo que te dije en el Insta, ey De a una, toa' las cosas de nuestra lista, ey Dime tus poses, baby, soy un artista Y es que, nene, ando con sed Ma-ma-mami, todos esos bobos no te llegan Intentan comerte y no pasan la prueba Yo quiero tastearte, así que vente pa' acá Ese culo sí está fenomenal Tranqui, mami, no me voy a enamorar No estoy pa' eso, solo quiero jugar A que somos amigas, que se besan sin ropa Nada de sentimiento' 'Tamo en la misma nota Porque yo, oh-oh Quiero que sea' mi nasty girl No necesitamo' de un boy, fuckboys Solas tú y yo nos podemo' comer (¡Qué rico!) Quiero ser tu nasty girl, mi amor Pa' que vos seas mi fuckboy, por hoy Quiero ser tu nasty girl, mi amor En este mood con vo' me puedo quedar (I to the N to the G) En la cama, todo lo que quiera' Pero en la calle, don't see me Sola me subo la mini Una mexicana crazy Uno' besito' glossy Fernecito con Cola Y la happy cookie no' pone loca' Y hablando claro, I wanna fuck you De cena y desayu' En la king, todo el menú Le llego a dónde estás tú No quiero que me bajes las estrellas Mejor, tócame y llévame a ellas Al espacio, donde no nos puedan ver Quiero ser tu nasty girl, mi amor Pa' que vos seas mi fuckboy, por hoy Quiero ser tu nasty girl, mi amor En este mood con vo' me puedo quedar (Quiero ser tu nasty girl) Mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, oh Por hoy, por hoy Mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, oh Por hoy, por hoy (ser tu nasty girl) Mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, oh Por hoy, por hoy En este mood con vo' me puedo quedar, aah Mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, oh Por hoy, por hoy Mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, oh Por hoy, por hoy (ser tu nasty girl) Mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, mi a-, oh Por hoy, por hoy En este mood con vo' me puedo quedar, aah

Lady in the street but a freak in the bed Lady in the street but a freak in the bed Lady in the street but a freak in the bed Lady in the street but a freak in the bed You see she makes her own money, pays her own bills Always stays fly, keeps it so real But behind closed doors she a nasty girl Behind closed doors she a nasty girl She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass Walks so proper, talks with such class But behind closed doors she a nasty girl Behind closed doors she a nasty girl I met this girl named Keisha, she was so sweet Nails stay manicured, pretty little feet Shoes so sexy, body so hot Hair lookin' like she just came from the shop Legs so smooth, clothes so tight Style so sexy, makeup just right Never too much, never too little Black laced bra, Vicki Secrets in the middle Eyes so innocent, smile so bright, works in the mornin' But she'll party all night All for a man, all 'cause she bought it All 'cause she crazy in love and don't doubt it Product of her birth place, know about the streets Clean in the work place, dirty in the sheets Keeps her own toaster, makes her own bread Lady in the streets but a freak in the bed You see she makes her own money, pays her own bills Always stays fly, keeps it so real But behind closed doors she a nasty girl Behind closed doors she a nasty girl She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass Walks so proper, talks with such class But behind closed doors she a nasty girl Behind closed doors she a nasty girl I got a college girl, go to church every Sunday Had to sneak her outta choir for her to put it on me But she so innocent when she ran among me One thing about her, she get her own money Gave it to her yesterday while she was doin' laundry Favorite toy of mine is my lil' bunny Bow legged and glasses, such a real woman Sex all night, go to work every mornin' Text me from work and told me she was horny Text her back and told her, me too mommy When you get off work daddy gon' punish You're my nasty girl forever, I promise You see she makes her own money, pays her own bills Always stays fly, keeps it so real But behind closed doors she a nasty girl Behind closed doors she a nasty girl She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass Walks so proper, talks with such class But behind closed doors she a nasty girl Behind closed doors she a nasty girl I got a doctor girlfriend that tells me, come home soon She plays like my house is her emergency room Tells me to undress and to lay on the sofa Checks all my vitals like a docs supposed to All white coat, all white heels And nothin' underneath so it's an all night deal I'm her number one patient and delighted to be And when she needs her medicine I give her Vitamin D But wait, I got a lawyer girl that's so wild And every single night she wanna take me to trial Said she needs some evidence and to show her the proof So I put her on the stand and I give her the truth 'Cause I'm hung like a jury Judge Luda preside over your body and I'm never in a hurry You may proceed, let the games begin And if I call a mistrial we gotta do it again You see she makes her own money, pays her own bills Always stays fly, keeps it so real But behind closed doors she a nasty girl Behind closed doors she a nasty girl She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass Walks so proper, talks with such class But behind closed doors she a nasty girl Behind closed doors she a nasty girl

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)