Tink - Dirty Slang Lyrics

Ain't nothing like them country boys,

Dirty slang

Take you home, teach you some things

Pretty guy, that ain't my type

I want a downtown boy like you.

Touchdown in your city and feel them girls ain't with me
I like your waves when I put my hands on you
Love the way you shot it, you talk slow but I like it
You keep it up, baby, hereís what Iím gonna do, do, do, do
Call you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning

Hit the club, throw some ones for the hoes

It's my fault, I just love that way you keep it
Man, and everybody knows

Ainít nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Donít want no pretty guy, that ainít my type
I want a downtown boy like you

Ainít nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Donít want no pretty guy, that ainít my type
I want a downtown boy like you

Yeah, and look, she say she want a young nigga
Yeah, foreign shit for my bottom bitch cause my bag right damn,

She pour the forth, we still leaning from last night.
Look, fuck lose my boo rock jays

We don't never play heart games this shit real for her, it's a drill.

Baby girl from Chiraq, back shots, that's my cat.
And she my dog, my nigga, wonít pose boy, fuck pictures
Tink, just know that I fuck with you,

One call OM dog,

On me, itís all up, yeah.

Ainít nothing them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Donít want no pretty guy, that ainít my type
I want a downtown boy like you

Ainít nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Donít want no pretty guy, that ainít my type
I want a downtown boy like you

Something Ďbout the way you run these streets

Youíre well respected, hope that knows your name
And something bout the way you talk to me

When I hear your accent, makes me go insane

Ainít nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Donít want no pretty guy, that ainít my type
I want a downtown boy like you

Ainít nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Donít want no pretty guy, that ainít my type
I want a downtown boy like you

Call you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning
Hit the club, throw some ones for the hoes

It's my fault, I just love it the way you keep it
Man, and everybody knows

Call you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning
Hit the club, throw some ones for the hoes
It's my fault, I just love the way you keep it
Man, and everybody knows

Ainít nothing like them country boys...


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