Cattitude (ft. Miley Cyrus)

Cattitude
Miley Cyrus
Bitch, you look like you done already done had yours
You better go take your country-ass indoors
And put some damn clothes on
'Cause don't nobody need to be seeing all of that
The library is officially open

This cat is in heat
Let me ride that beat
My pu*** on fire
Pussy five-alarm fire
This cat is in heat
Let me ride that beat
My pu*** on fire
Pussy five-alarm fire
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pu***, that means I got cattitude
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't f*** with you
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't f*** with you
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pu***, that means I got cattitude
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't f*** with you
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't f*** with you
Ayy, 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've been banging on the drum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum

Nasty, I'm so nasty, nasty
I'm nasty, I'm so motherfucking nasty
Ride, shine, clock said pu*** time
Bust my pu*** nut while I'm fingering your butt
Do I suck dick? You ain't seen shit
Throw a C-note, watch you slide down my throat
Yeah, my pu*** fine, I pop it 'cause it's mine
I don't give a f*** if they call me a slut
What I do with a dick, elect me president
Put tears in his eyes when I milk a brother dry
I'm so nasty, I'm nasty (Nasty)
I'm nasty, I'm nasty
I'ma keep working from dawn to dusk
So I can keep buying cars off Elon Musk
The matte black spinners, now that's a must
But 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 Margiela
And for my 16th birthday, I got carried on
From the house of the queen
Queen, queen, that's what you can call me
Queen, I'ma have you run to your mommy
Queen, I'm the life of the party
Don't worry 'bout me, go and get yourself a hobby
(Sweet pu*** of mine)
I'm so nasty
(Sweet pu*** of mine)

Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pu***, that means I got cattitude
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't f*** with you
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't f*** with you
(Get it, get it) I'm so nasty
(Cash money) I'm so nasty
(Get it, get it, got it good)
Ru, turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pu***, that means I got cattitude
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't f*** with you
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't f*** with you
Back up, you're squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?
Back up, you're squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?
(Get it, get it) I'm so nasty
(Cash Money) I'm nasty
(Get it, get it) I'm so nasty
(Cash Money) I'm so motherfucking nasty

You're just mad 'cause your hair is flat
(I'm so motherfucking nasty)
You're just mad 'cause your hair is flat
(I'm so motherfucking nasty)