Testo Potty Mouth - Album Version - Tyga feat. Busta Rhymes
Testo della canzone Potty Mouth - Album Version (Tyga feat. Busta Rhymes), tratta dall'album Careless World: Rise Of The Last King
Ah
Uh
One shot, bumboclaat
Jumping on my dick, hopping like it's hopscotch
Booty pop, my bitch don't wear that, she probably eat shots
I don't give a fuck, shoot them all till they piss out
Potty mouth, Oochie Wally, bang, bang then I'm out
Once u- upon a time had yo bitch inside my house
Cooking grits and rye, swear she the best chef around
Pop that pussy now let me see you do it
I wanna rock, I wanna rock
Tell these bitches it's their time of the month, time of the month
Bitch want beef but I eat that shit, eat, eat everything well done
Well done
Ha
I'm so far in the clouds I can barely hear
All that shit you rocking, boy, that was last year
G.O.A.T.
Here
Niggas stare my style like a stopped deer
Pump fear, till you bitches heart Suge without the beard
Man, all these new niggas weird
They all lining up to come and see the last king
Uh
I get money
I, I make money
I, I take money
Bitches want it from me 'cause I'm, I'm bout whatever
Uh
I'm bout whatever
Uh
I'm, I'm with 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
Ah
I'm bout whatever
Man, I'm bout whatever
Man, I'm with whatever, man, I do it, do it better
Uh
Man, a bitch no dime and now she's mine
Two-lack coupe with the pussy in my palm
She put it on a nigga, make a grown man cry
Selling bullshit, pay you no mind
But what's your sign?
Gemini?
Scorpio, let me cum from behind
However you want it, baby, like the
Blinds, the blinds and close your eyes
Real shit though, real shit though
Got a freak bitch in the DBI put me on though
Came in though, kick in the door, waving the
Four-four, put one, one in your blow hole
Oh
Man, your paper thin, you need to take some notes
Bitches steal my lines and say they dope, there go another new quote
I'm fresh off the boat
Let's toast
Young Money real, y'all niggas just a hoax
Made up fairy tale, dizzy on the flow
Why would I lie?
Forever under oath
I'm...
So frustrated with your lady
Get a flight, I send her home
Man, my love is oh so tainted
If you buy it, you might get diamonds
If you will buy, you might get nothing
I'm a, I'm a monster, straight from a mosh pit
R- r- rock you like Nirvana
Uh
Man, I be off Patrón like it's a holiday
Fuck with them finer things
Pull up on yo bitch and say, ha, I get money
I, I make money
I, I take money
Them bitches want it from me 'cause I'm, I'm bout whatever
Uh
I'm bout whatever
Uh
I'm with whatever, man, I do it, do it better
Two, two more shots then I'm out, out
I'm a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth, mouth
I'm bout whatever
Man, I'm bout whatever
Man, I'm with whatever, man, I do it, do it better
Uh
Man, I'm- show time, -time
Still in my prime, prime
Young D, I'm fresh as fuck on the line
Line
Better man up, it's about to go down, down
Leave you with jaw drop, face on the ground, ground
Let the rain fill up moats round my kingdom
Carved in the cement star pledge, allegiance I'm a legend
Leave them screaming, screaming, screaming
Drip, dreaming just to get by, by
Girl, you so fly, fly
Why you so high?
High
Two, two more shots then I'm out, out
I'm a mother- mother- potty, potty mouth, mouth
I'm bout whatever
Uh
I'm bout whatever
Uh
I'm bout whatever, man, I do it, do it better
Ha
All, all bad bitches in my house, house
I'm a motherfucking pimp, then I kick her out, out, out
I'm bout whatever
Uh
I'm bout whatever
Uh
I'm bout whatever, man, I do it, do it better
Ha
Cannibal!
I'll eat you raw meat, I'm raw with beats
So scavenger with it, bitch, it look like Jaws with feet
Oh!
You don't want it
Bitch, y'all know I'ma get gully, what you want?
Listen close, y'all will hear how the
Beat get ugly when a nigga come through
Excuse me
Please let me kill it just a little
Bit and then a nigga do what he do
That movie, that sick, make a nigga wanna
Vomit, spit, n- n- y'all already knew
Ooh-hoo-hoo
See I'm a fighting...
Then I'm lighting up another city
Got them fighting till they get to biting and me getting greedy
See the timing now a nigga climbing up another mealy then
We shining till a nigga blind 'em up until it kills me
Forth and back, I'ma die and it's a...
Till I throw up on the track then I'ma die
Sit a nigga till I pop off like we in the Wild
West when I'm finished giving you the crack, what?
If you were here when en route to the crib, Mr
Park, the Bugatti in the house
Any day one of my bitches are really turning out
Now since everybody know I got a potty mouth now
Shit, n- n- n- think I'll be doing it again
Back to body everything 'til I secure another win
And you can never stop the shit that I be doing
And the way we moving, get it popping
Never stopping, kill them in the end now
Then I'ma get them to the point when I got
Them all over handling my business with them
Trust me, you don't want to start 'cause you know it's
Torture every single minute till I finish with them
And I knock shit down
Every time I come and then I lock shit down till I come up racing
Better drop that crown
Give it here before I gotta pop you, clown, then I go erase you
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Writer(s): Trevor Smith, Michael Stevenson, Jess Jackson, Dwane M. Weir Ii
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