- Potty Mouth - Album Version (Edited) 歌词 Tyga
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- Tyga
- One shot, bomboclat
B*tches jumping on my dick, hopping like it’s hopscotch
Booty pop, my b*tch don’t wear that she prolly ass shots
I don’t give a f*ck, I f*ck em all till they pussy ouch
Potty mouth, oochie wally, bang, bang then I’m out
Once u-f*cking-pon a time, had your b*tch 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 b*tch n*ggas it’s they time of the month, time of the month
N*ggas want beef but I eat that sh*t, eat eat everything well done
I’m so far in the clouds I can barely hear
All that sh*t you rocking, boy that was last year
GOAT’s here, n*ggas steer my style like a stop deer
Pump fear
To you b*tches heart, Suge without the beard
Man, all these new n*ggas weird
They all lining up to come and see the last king
I get money, I make money
I take money, them b*tches 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 motherf*cker 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 f*cked your dime and now she’s mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a n*gga and make a grown man cry
Feeling bullsh*t, I don’t pay you no mind
But what’s your sign? Gemini?
Scorpio, let me f*ck from behind
However you want it, baby
Light the blunts, blunts and close your eyes
Real n*gga doe, real n*gga doe
Got a freak b*tch 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
N*ggas steal my lines and say they don’t,
there go another new quote
I’m fresh off the boat, n*gga let’s toast
Young Money real, y’all sh*t just a hoax
Made a fairytale, busy on a float
Why would I lie?
Forever under oath, I’m
So f*cking 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
F*cking with them finer things, pull up on your b*tch and say
I get money, I make money
I take money, them b*tches 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 motherf*cker 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 f*cked your dime
Still in my prime
Young D, I’m freshest n*gga 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 motherf*cking potty mouth
I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
All bad b*tches in my house
I’m a motherf*cker, f*ck 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, n*gga look like Jaws with feet
You don’t want it, b*tch
Y’all n*ggas know I get gully, what you want?
Listen close, y’all don’t hear how the beat get ugly
when a motherf*cker come through?
Excuse me b*tch
Please let me kill it just a little bit and let a n*gga do what he do
Movie sh*t, that tec make a n*ggas wanna vomit spit
You n*ggas already knew
She keep on fronting n*ggas, 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 n*gga climbing up another milli
Then we shining till a n*gga blind them, up until it kills me
Forth and back and my dying is a n*gga ‘til it pulls up on the track
Then I’ma die sixty n*ggas ‘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 b*tches really turn her out now
Still everyone know I got a potty mouth now
Sh*t they got me doing it again
Back to bodying things and lots of screwing other women
You can never stop the sh*t 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 sh*t down
Every time I come and then I lock sh*t down
‘Til I come up place n*ggas better drop that crown
Ever here, ‘fore I pop you clowns
And I go erase n*ggas!
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