Testo Mouth - Robb Bank$
Testo della canzone Mouth (Robb Bank$), tratta dall'album Tha City
Aye, yeah a nigga gon' stunt
But I could still grow on you
I know you ain't like me at first
Shit, and it's okay, I take the blame
For taking unnecessary retaliation on your relationship
But since the start, you was well drawn to me like FUNimation
Get your measurements
Girl, you just said that you were with your BF
So why the fuck you text, got me thinking that you tryna fuck
Then you come in my car just to motherfucking cry
I'll break your back, run in the van, get you a new life
I'ma scare a nigga, bite his nails until they bleed
Like you tryna summon you home
Would you, too, tryna perform?
Nigga please, nigga please
Hit her with that dick in her line of chakras
Like she learning a new technique
And my pupil look you in the eye
Move her heels, such technique
I see her face, but say your name
We shouldn't be here in the first place
Although I want you in the worst way
Oh, baby, show me what that mouth say
Oh, what that mouth say, what that mouth say
Oh, baby, show me what that mouth say
Oh, what that mouth say, oh, what that mouth say
Oh, baby, show me what that mouth say
I never spent a dime on a dime
Nigga, dollar, dollar bill
Y'all get your hand off your clit, pussy nigga
You ain't got no fine
That fake Fendi belt, I don't feel y'all
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel?
Twenty-five and you living at your mama crib
I tell her that I love her just to play with her emotions
Water splash emoji, so you know what's incoming
IPhone percussion, buzzin', side bitch need company
I wonder who finna accompany ya
'Cause I'm making her, excuse me
Like I need her, need her table
How to be a player, I been playing real life GTA all day
So if you trying to run game, how big are you in chess?
Strip, strip, if I play my cards right
I could get a grunt out of that poker face
Talking 'bout she got a boyfriend, I say shh like the teacher
Caught us whispering during the lecture
I remember, I was so proud to bring you around all of my niggas
Sade, like to sing, oh, how you like that?
But not enough for me to write back
Ashley came to F-L-A and got fucked all day with the three A's
How you fuck the whole team, then complain about getting played?
Girl, let your hair down, let me lay it all down
You went looking for Mr. Right and bumped into Mr. Right Now
We were going with the flow, but we still kept the tides rough
With your 1960s look
I feel like Ron Jeremy before he couldn't get it up
Fangirls getting wet off Banks on his mean shit
Even though I'ma lie and tell these girls that I ain't mean it
But if you ain't getting mentioned
That means you just ain't mean shit
I just want you to know what it really is
Said I'm fucking with her mind, girl, I just fucking did
I see her face, but say your name
We shouldn't be here in the first place
Although I want you in the worst way
Oh, baby, show me what that mouth say
Oh, what that mouth say, oh, what that mouth say
Oh, baby, show me what that mouth say
Oh, what that mouth say, oh, what that mouth say
Oh, baby, show me what that mouth say
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Writer(s): Richard Burrell, Nuri Saberin
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