Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loud Mouf, artist - TipDate of issue: 28.02.2012
Song language: English
Loud Mouf |
| They ain’t bout a dolla? |
| I ain’t tryin' to holla |
| '96 Impala buckets under that |
| On automatic status, we ain’t havin' none of that |
| Hey watch it partna, stay out my lane |
| Everybody fuckin' with my campaign |
| Get dough or get lost, shawty always |
| Like Dro say, ho fuck with me the long way |
| And I deliver long john son, I don’t play |
| Poppin' out before the sun come, I don’t stay |
| They say bullshit walk, and cash talk |
| That’s why I’m ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth (yeah) |
| I’m goin' in, finna spazz out |
| A nigga got a problem, we can air it out |
| They say bullshit walk, and cash talk |
| That’s why I’m ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth |
| Goin' in, ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth |
| Goin' in, ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth |
| Pockets on loud mouth, pockets on loud mouth |
| Pockets on loud mouth, pockets on loud mouth (yeah) |
| Woke up this morning with a bank roll |
| I be gettin' head like a Kangoo |
| Got your girl sellin' pussy to my tango |
| What, she so wet, think I’m gonna need a rain coat |
| On 285 doing 85! |
| Couple hoes in my stable, time to stabilize |
| Check the time, I better say mine bitches |
| Need a sign on my dick that say «Fine Bitches» |
| And you know I’m throwed like five pitchers |
| And you know I’m high like five Swishas |
| Jay’s used to say «what up Slim?» |
| Cause they know I’m known to make that work cartwheel |
| Hot wheel, hot steel, ride around my block still |
| Even if it’s winter time, I’m ridin' in a drop still |
| You don’t have an idea of the life that I live |
| Pockets so loud, got them bitches doin' adlibs |
| I’m goin' in, finna spazz out |
| Nigga got a problem, we can air it out |
| They say bullshit walk, and cash talk |
| So I’m ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth |
| Back on my 1−2 nigga, ace — deuce |
| Feds try to crucify me, call me Jesús |
| Get it straight dude, I ain’t with that nonsense |
| Bank rolls like a bad bitch whippin' on mint |
| No joystickin' nothin' over here dog |
| So ain’t no playin' me at all, let’s be clear dog |
| I’m raw as ever, flawless never |
| Just-a flyin' big and bad, tough as leather, eatin' better |
| Somebody better tell 'em |
| 'Fore that tré cinco seven hit they cerebellum |
| Hey they say bullshit walk and cash talk |
| That’s why I’m ridin' I’m goin' in, finna spazz out |
| Nigga got a problem, we can air it out |
| They say bullshit walk, and cash talk |
| So I’m ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth |