Miley Cyrus

Bitch you look like you done already did had yours

You better go take your country ass indoors and put some damn clothes on

'Cause nobody need to be seeing all of that

The library is officially open

This cat is in heat

Lemme ride that beat

My pussy on fire

Pussy five-alarm fire

This cat is in heat

Lemme ride that beat

My pussy on fire

Pussy five-alarm fire

Turn up your gratitude

Turn on your attitude

I love my pussy that means I got cattitude

If you don't feel what I'm sayin'

(I don't fuck with you)

If you don't feel what I'm sayin'

(I don't fuck with you)

Turn up you gratitude

Turn down your attitude

I love my pussy that means I got cattitude

If you don't feel what I'm sayin'

(I don't fuck with you)

If you don't feel what I'm sayin'

(I don't fuck with you)

Ay, go stupid, go dumb

Come and get it, 'cause I know you want some

Nashville, Tennessee where I'm from

Since I was three, I been bangin' on the drum

Rum-pum-pum-pum a-rum-pum-pum-pum-pum

Rum-pum-pum-pum a-rum-pum-pum-pum-pum

Rum-pum-pum-pum a-rum-pum-pum-pum-pum

Rum-pum-pum-pum pum-pum-pum-pum-pum-nasty

I'm so nasty

Nasty

Nasty

I'm so motherfuckin' nasty

Rise, shine, clock say "pussy time"

Bust my pussy nut while I'm fingerin' your butt

Do I suck dick? You ain't seen shit

Throw a C-note, watch it slide down my throat

Yeah, my pussy fine, I pop it 'cause it's mine

I don't give a fuck if they call me a slut

What I do with a dick, elect me Presidick

Put tears in his eyes when I milk a brother dry

So nasty

Nasty

Nasty

Nasty

Nasty

I'ma keep workin' from dawn to dusk

So I can keep buyin' cars off Elon Musk

The matte-black spinners, no that's a must

I want the whole pie, so leave the crust

I'm the moon, I'm the stars, I'm a Maserati

I love you, Nicki, but I listen to Cardi

I got a new song on the radio

And it goes five, four, three, two

One, that's right, it's a number one

And I can't take you with me as a carry-on

I already got my luggage, it's Margielan

And for my sixteenth birthday, I got Carey on

From the house of the queen

Queen, "Queen" is what you can call me

Queen, I'ma have you runnin' to your mommy

Queen, I'm the life of the party

Don't worry 'bout me, go and get yourself a hobby

(Sweet pussy of mine)

I'm so nasty

(Sweet pussy of mine)

Turn up your gratitude

Turn down your attitude

I love my pussy that means I got cattitude

If you don't feel what I'm sayin'

I don't fuck with you

If you don't feel what I'm sayin'

I don't fuck with you

(Get it, get it)

I'm so nasty

(Cash money)

I'm so nasty

(Get it, get it)

(Got it good)

Turn up your gratitude

Turn down your attitude

I love my pussy that means I got cattitude

If you don't feel what I'm sayin'

I don't fuck with you

If you don't feel what I'm sayin'

I don't fuck with you

Back up, you're squashin' my charisma

Why I gotta be so motherfuckin' extra?

Back up, you're squashin' my charisma

Why I gotta be so motherfuckin' extra?

(Get it, get it)

I'm so nasty

(Cash money)

Nasty

(Get it, get it)

I'm so nasty

(Cash money)

I'm so motherfuckin' nasty

You're just mad 'cause your hair is flat

I'm so motherfuckin' nasty

You're just mad 'cause your hair is flat

I'm so motherfuckin' nasty