Potty Mouth lyrics

by

T.I.


[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ah! Uh, one shot, bomboclat
b*tches jumping on my di*k, 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 'til they pus*y 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 di*k, swear she the best chef around
Pop, that pus*y, 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 (Well done)
Hah, 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 stopped deer
Pump fear to you b*tches heart, Suge without the beard
Haha, man, all these new n*ggas weird
They all lining up to come and see the last king

[Hook: Tyga]
Oh, I get money, I, I make money
I, I take money, them b*tches want it from me
Cause I'm, I'm 'bout whatever, I'm, I'm 'bout whatever
I'm, I'm with whatever, man I do it, do it better
Two-two more shots then I'm out
I'm a muh'f*cker 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
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Uh, man, I f*cked your dime and now she's mine
2 Live Crew, put the pus*y in my palm
She put on a n*gga and make a grown man cry
Selling 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 though, real n*gga though
Got a freak b*tch in the DBI, put me on though
Came in the door, kicked in the door
Waiving the .44, put one, one in your blowhole
(Whew!) Man, your 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 fairy tale, 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
Uh, man, I be off Patron like it's a holiday
f*cking with them finer things
Pull up on your b*tch and say
[Hook: Tyga]
Oh, I get money, I, I make money
I, I take money, them b*tches want it from me
Cause I'm, I'm 'bout whatever, I'm, I'm 'bout whatever
I'm, I'm with whatever, man I do it, do it better
Two-two more shots then I'm out-out
I'm a muh'f*cker 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

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Ah, 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 do-down
Leave you with jaw-dropped, face on the gr-ground
Let the rain fill the moats round my kingdom, carved in the cement
Star, pledge allegiance, I'ma let you leave em screaming
Screaming, screaming, dr-dreaming just to get by-by
Girl you so fly-fly, why you so high-high?
Two-two more shots then I'm out
I'm a m-muh'f*ckin p-potty mouth
Hah, I'm 'bout whatever, uh, I'm 'bout whatever
Uh, I'm 'bout whatever, man, I do it, do it better
Hah, a-all bad b*tches in my house
I'm a motherf*cker, f*ck her then I kick her out-out
I'm 'bout whatever, uh, I'm 'bout whatever
Uh, I'm 'bout whatever, man, I do it, do it better, hah!
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
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
That movie sh*t, that Tec make a n*ggas wanna vomit spit
You n*ggas already knew (hoo hoo hoo)
See keep on fronting n*ggas then I'm lighting up another city
Got 'em fighting 'til they get to biting then we getting gritty
See the time and now a n*gga climbing up another milli
Then we shining 'til a n*gga blind them up until it kills me
Forth and back
I'ma digest a n*gga 'til I throw up on the track
Then I'ma dissect a n*gga 'til I pop off
Like we in the Wild West when I finished giving you the crack
(What?!) If you ain't knew I'm in route
To the crib just to park the Bugatti at the house
Sitting big, one of my b*tches done 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 the things and lots of screwing other women
You can never stop the sh*t that I be doing and the way we moving
Get it popping, never stopping, kill em in the end now
Then 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
Tell the commonplace n*ggas better drop that crown
Ever here, 'fore I gotta pop you clowns and I go erase n*ggas!
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