Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Mouth, artist - Rubi Rose. Date of issue: 01.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Mouth |
| Face to face with it, can’t be beefin' through no FaceTime |
| Cool with all the thugs since my nigga taught me gang signs |
| Bad bitch, bitches be like, «Where the fuck your waistline?» |
| Body like a pornstar, he fuck me like he fresh out |
| Could’ve fucked your friend but I heard he got a big mouth |
| He want pieces of this pussy, buy a big house |
| Big Benz, Forgiatos when I go to pull out |
| Big racks, know he be upset I make him pull out |
| It make me horny when he drivin' with the stick out |
| Drivin' through the hood, showin' me he got a stash house |
| Fuck him good, take that nigga money when he pass out |
| Ratchet, I keep it classy when it cash out |
| Lashes, nails done, I be tryna act out |
| And I got that pussy that’s gon' make him leave the traphouse |
| Glowed up, probably make more money than my dad now |
| I’m in my bag, heard they mad, now they furious |
| I’m in them cars, that’s the Fast and the Furious |
| And I’m a find, I’m a dime bitch, period |
| Why she smilin' in my face? |
| Bitch, I’m curious |
| Ain’t got no house, I heard she hoeing and she loitering |
| I heard she salty, better chill on all that sodium |
| Laid back, white toes, hanging out that Maybach |
| Freak show, Rubi got 'em twerkin' on that playback |
| Free throws, bitches don’t be ballin' where I stay at |
| Come get your nigga, he be chillin' where I lay at |
| You just be chillin', I be boolin' in the Maybach |
| They like, «Damn, Rubi, how the fuck she do that?» |
| Belly on petite, ass on stupid fat |
| Round of applause, he love me when I make it clap |
| Don’t make me have to go and get my shooter back |
| Don’t make me have to show you I get into that |
| Double R for Rubi Rose and we ain’t runnin' that |
| Slime love, niggas yellin' slatt when they act up |
| Side bitches know that they gon' cap 'cause my stats up |
| Back rubs, money got me laughin' in the bathtub |
| Mad love, niggas throwin' money, got my math up |
| Bitch, it’s Rubi, so I’m rollin' in a red truck |
| I get to it, if it’s flashy, that’s a set-up |
| Said he got a couple thousand, well it ain’t enough |
| I ain’t fuckin' with a nigga that’s a big mouth |
| He ain’t even fuck my bitch, that’s a big mouth |
| I don’t even wanna trip, I want a big house |
| Big Benz, Forgiatos when I go to pull out |
| Big racks, know he be upset I make him pull out |