(Intro) (Bass rattles, phone notification, record scratch) Yo, who invited Nugget to the function?! She said, “Call me daddy!” I said, “Girl, this party’s already dysfunctional!” (Laughter, beat drop) Welcome to the circus! (Verse 1) Nugget rolls in with a dangerous grin, Everybody turns when the bass kicks in. No arms, no legs, but she’s running the show, Got more attitude than the whole damn row. She calls me daddy with a wink and a laugh, I’m trying to act cool, but I’m losing my class. She says, “You nervous?” I say, “Girl, not me!” Then I trip on a speaker for the whole crowd to see. She’s got big confidence, zero shame, Turns every quiet room into a headline name. She likes bad jokes and a little romance, Got the whole club watching when she starts to dance. (Pre-Chorus) She says, “Daddy, are you scared of a little temptation?” I say, “Girl, you’re a walking complication!” She laughs so hard that the speakers distort— THIS AIN’T A DATE, IT’S A CONTACT SPORT! (Chorus) HEY, NUGGET! TURN THAT BASS UP LOUD! Dirty little jokes got us cracking up the crowd! Call me daddy, bring the attitude, This whole damn party’s got a dangerous mood! HUSSY WITH THE HYPE, QUEEN OF THE NIGHT! Big bad energy, ready for a fight! Flirting, laughing, acting outrageous— Nugget runs the circus and the whole room’s contagious! (Verse 2) She’s got a sharp tongue and a filthy mind, Says the wildest things at the worst possible time. Talking about romance, making everybody blush, Then roasting the DJ for playing music too much. She says she likes confidence, not a fake tough guy, Someone who can take a joke without asking why. She likes grown-up flirting and a little bit of sass, But if you act like a fool, she’ll roast your ass! (Ad-lib: “GET HIM, NUGGET!”) The room goes wild when she starts her routine, Queen of the chaos, undisputed machine. No need for pity, no need for a crown, She owns every room when she rolls into town. (Pre-Chorus) She says, “Daddy, can you handle my reputation?” I say, “Girl, you’re a full-time investigation!” She laughs so hard that the speakers distort— THIS AIN’T A DATE, IT’S A CONTACT SPORT! (Chorus) HEY, NUGGET! TURN THAT BASS UP LOUD! Dirty little jokes got us cracking up the crowd! Call me daddy, bring the attitude, This whole damn party’s got a dangerous mood! HUSSY WITH THE HYPE, QUEEN OF THE NIGHT! Big bad energy, ready for a fight! Flirting, laughing, acting outrageous— Nugget runs the circus and the whole room’s contagious! (Bridge) (Beat slows; spoken dialogue) Nugget: “You think you’re the daddy?” Me: “I thought I was the DJ.” Nugget: “You’re fired.” DJ: “I DON’T EVEN WORK HERE!” (Bass builds; crowd laughter) One for the flirting! Two for the sass! Three for the people getting roasted in the back! No shame, no fear, no boring conversation— Just grown folks laughing at a questionable situation! (Outro) (Bass fades, crowd chanting) Nugget’s in the building! Daddy’s lost his cool! Everybody’s laughing— AND THE DJ’S STILL A FOOL! (Record scratch.) Nugget: “Run it back.” END.
