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Potty Mouth
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Tyga
Featuring(s) : Busta Rhymes
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One shot, bomboclat bitches jumping on my dick, hopping like it’s hopscotch Booty pop, my bitch don’t wear that she prolly ass shots I don’t give a fuck, I fuck em all till they pussy ouch Potty mouth, oochie wally, bang, bang then I’m out Once u-fucking-pon a time, had your bitch inside my house Cooking grits and riding dick Swear she the best chef around Pop that pussy, now let me see you doo doo brown I wanna rock, I wanna rock Tell these bitch niggas it’s they time of the month, time of the month niggas want beef but I eat that shit, eat eat everything well done I’m so far in the clouds I can barely hear All that shit you rocking, boy that was last year GOAT’s here, niggas steer my style like a stop deer Pump fear To you bitches heart, Suge without the beard Man, all these new niggas weird They all lining up to come and see the last king I get money, I make money I take money, them bitches want it from me ‘cause I’m I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better Two, two more shots, then I’m out I’m a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth I’m ‘bout whatever man, I’m ‘bout whatever man I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better Man, I fucked your dime and now she’s mine 2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry Feeling bullshit, I don’t pay you no mind But what’s your sign? Gemini? Scorpio, let me fuck from behind However you want it, baby Light the blunts, blunts and close your eyes Real nigga doe, real nigga doe Got a freak bitch in the DB9, put me on doe Came in the door, kicked in the door Waiving the .44, put one, one in your blowhole Man, you’re paper thin, you need to take some notes niggas steal my lines and say they don’t, there go another new quote I’m fresh off the boat, nigga let’s toast Young Money real, y’all shit just a hoax Made a fairytale, busy on a float Why would I lie? Forever under oath, I’m So fucking frustrated with your lady Get a flight, I send her home Man my love is oh so tainted If you fine you might get diamonds, if you a five you might get nothing I’m on my monsters, they from a moshpit R-r-r-rock you like Nirvana Man I be off Patron like it’s a holiday fucking with them finer things, pull up on your bitch and say I get money, I make money I take money, them bitches want it from me ‘cause I’m I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better Two, two more shots, then I’m out I’m a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth I’m ‘bout whatever man, I’m ‘bout whatever man I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better Man, I fucked your dime Still in my prime Young D, I’m freshest nigga on the line Better man up, it’s about to go down Leave you with jaw-dropped, face on the ground Let the rain fill the moats ‘round my kingdom Carved in the cement, star, pledge allegiance I’ma let you leave ‘em screaming Dreaming just to get by Girl you so fly, why you so high? Two more shots, then I’m out I’m a motherfucking potty mouth I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better All bad bitches in my house I’m a motherfucker, fuck her then I kick her out I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better Cannibal, I eat you raw meat I’m raw with beats So scavenger with it, nigga look like Jaws with feet You don’t want it, bitch Y’all niggas know I get gully, what you want? Listen close, y’all don’t hear how the beat get ugly when a motherfucker come through? Excuse me bitch Please let me kill it just a little bit and let a nigga do what he do Movie shit, that tec make a niggas wanna vomit spit You niggas already knew She keep on fronting niggas, then I’m lighting up another city Got her fighting ‘til they get to biting, they we getting gritty See the time and now a nigga climbing up another milli Then we shining till a nigga blind them, up until it kills me Forth and back and my dying is a nigga ‘til it pulls up on the track Then I’ma die sixty niggas ‘til we pop off like we in the wild west When I finished giving you the crack pipe If you knew I’m in route to the crib just to park the Bugatti at the house Sin big and one of my bitches really turn her out now Still everyone know I got a potty mouth now shit they got me doing it again Back to bodying things and lots of screwing other women You can never stop the shit that I’m doing And the way that we moving Get it popping, never stopping, kill ‘em in the end now And I’ma get ‘em to the point when I got ‘em all open, handling my business with ‘em ha! Trust me you don’t wanna start cause you know it’s torture! Every single minute til I finish with ‘em And I knock shit down Every time I come and then I lock shit down ‘Til I come up place niggas better drop that crown Ever here, ‘fore I pop you clowns And I go erase niggas!
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