Ditch Pig - #chickasha #ninnekah

[Verse 1] Don’t like nice guys, they bore me to death All that respect? Friend-zone! I smile on meth Treat me like a queen and I’ll ghost your ass I only get wet when you treat me like trash [Pre-Chorus] I don’t wanna you unless you don’t wanna talk Play hard to get, that’s how my ankles unlock The secret password to these greasy spick thighs— You’re phucked up again, show me how low you’ll fly [Chorus] Do you do drugs? Are you a drunken bag of sh-it? Will you use me like a bean bag? Are you a prick? Chase skirt all night? Come home reeking of strange? That’s the kind of man that makes my pussy ache [Verse 2] Soap is for pussies, I want that funky crusty stink Smeg-ma on your gherkin has me on the brink Watch your porn loud while you ignore my texts Beating your meat, can’t wait for what comes next [Bridge] Fifty-year-old creep at Taco Bell at 2 a.m. Eye-phucking high-school girls, dick hard again I think that’s real neat, I’m into your grime You hunt jail bait, I’m spreading for slime [Verse 3] To the hippie drug dealer, I’ll zombie out slow Pupils blown, mouth dry, letting every one know My man’s on the street chasing illegal tail It’s cool though, trust me, I do the same, no fail [Outro / Final Hook] Any man who looks at me or a “hello” on the street I’m giving it away, raw unfiltered and no receipt Nice guys last, bad guys get my cream In the gutter, living the Okie woman’s dream.