Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Potty Mouth, artist - Tyga. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Potty Mouth |
| One shot, bomboclat |
| bitches jumping on my dick, hopping like it’s hopscotch |
| Booty pop, my bitch don’t wear that she prolly ass shots |
| I don’t give a fuck, I fuck em all till they pussy ouch |
| Potty mouth, oochie wally, bang, bang then I’m out |
| Once u-fucking-pon a time, had your bitch 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 bitch niggas it’s they time of the month, time of the month |
| niggas want beef but I eat that shit, eat eat everything well done |
| I’m so far in the clouds I can barely hear |
| All that shit you rocking, boy that was last year |
| GOAT’s here, niggas steer my style like a stop deer |
| Pump fear |
| To you bitches heart, Suge without the beard |
| Man, all these new niggas weird |
| They all lining up to come and see the last king |
| I get money, I make money |
| I take money, them bitches 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 motherfucker 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 fucked your dime and now she’s mine |
| 2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm |
| She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry |
| Feeling bullshit, I don’t pay you no mind |
| But what’s your sign? |
| Gemini? |
| Scorpio, let me fuck from behind |
| However you want it, baby |
| Light the blunts, blunts and close your eyes |
| Real nigga doe, real nigga doe |
| Got a freak bitch 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 |
| niggas steal my lines and say they don’t, there go another new quote |
| I’m fresh off the boat, nigga let’s toast |
| Young Money real, y’all shit just a hoax |
| Made a fairytale, busy on a float |
| Why would I lie? |
| Forever under oath, I’m |
| So fucking 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 |
| fucking with them finer things, pull up on your bitch and say |
| I get money, I make money |
| I take money, them bitches 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 motherfucker 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 fucked your dime |
| Still in my prime |
| Young D, I’m freshest nigga 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 motherfucking potty mouth |
| I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever |
| I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better |
| All bad bitches in my house |
| I’m a motherfucker, fuck 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, nigga look like Jaws with feet |
| You don’t want it, bitch |
| Y’all niggas know I get gully, what you want? |
| Listen close, y’all don’t hear how the beat get ugly when a motherfucker come |
| through? |
| Excuse me bitch |
| Please let me kill it just a little bit and let a nigga do what he do |
| Movie shit, that tec make a niggas wanna vomit spit |
| You niggas already knew |
| She keep on fronting niggas, 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 nigga climbing up another milli |
| Then we shining till a nigga blind them, up until it kills me |
| Forth and back and my dying is a nigga ‘til it pulls up on the track |
| Then I’ma die sixty niggas ‘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 bitches really turn her out now |
| Still everyone know I got a potty mouth now |
| shit they got me doing it again |
| Back to bodying things and lots of screwing other women |
| You can never stop the shit 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 shit down |
| Every time I come and then I lock shit down |
| ‘Til I come up place niggas better drop that crown |
| Ever here, ‘fore I pop you clowns |
| And I go erase niggas! |