Judah Man, L.G. Wise , Future - Loud Mouf lyrics
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Judah Man, L.G. Wise , Future - Loud Mouf lyrics]
Loud mouf cats, and wylded-out cats
They talk about this, and they rap about that
They ain't sayin' JACK
They tongues need SMACKED
Gifted but they wack
Spittin' garbage over tracks
Loud mouf cats, and foul-mouthed cats
They talk about this, and they rap about that
They ain't sayin' JACK
They tongues need SMACKED
Gifted but they wack
Spittin' garbage over tracks
Hold it, hold it, lemme take
It down a notchlet's go, uh!
That ain't right
Yo' bars don't match - that ain't tight
Those are death bars - that ain't life
'til you get it right, 'til you spit it tight
Judah, can I get it crunk? Future
Can I get it crunk? Wise gonna get it crunk
'cause I know that's whatchu WANT
Yo I'm talkin' to you cats
Like that +Bone+ to +crush+
As you wasn't +really scared+
Why you makin' a fuss?
Take the "c-r" off and you sound like "Usher"
I'm like David, you Goliath
Don't makin' me rush ya
Yo, a lot of y'all cats
Ain't diggin' my flooow don't stop
Pretty soon you'll see the gold in my flooow
And if you can't really see
Then you gotta be BLIND 'cause I inhale
Lord God'll make a shine in my rhyme
Gotta whole lotta reasons just
To doubt you dudes
You look like? but you?gotten no clues?
Pretty soon
They gonna find ya like the did Saddam!
So ring, ring, ring, Ring the Alarm
Young don't want it dawg
They talk about this, and they rap about that
They ain't sayin' JACK
They tongues need SMACKED
Gifted but they wack
Spittin' garbage over tracks
Loud mouf cats, and foul-mouthed cats
They talk about this, and they rap about that
They ain't sayin' JACK
They tongues need SMACKED
Gifted but they wack
Spittin' garbage over tracks
Hold it, hold it, lemme take
It down a notchlet's go, uh!
That ain't right
Yo' bars don't match - that ain't tight
Those are death bars - that ain't life
'til you get it right, 'til you spit it tight
Judah, can I get it crunk? Future
Can I get it crunk? Wise gonna get it crunk
'cause I know that's whatchu WANT
Yo I'm talkin' to you cats
Like that +Bone+ to +crush+
As you wasn't +really scared+
Why you makin' a fuss?
Take the "c-r" off and you sound like "Usher"
I'm like David, you Goliath
Don't makin' me rush ya
Yo, a lot of y'all cats
Ain't diggin' my flooow don't stop
Pretty soon you'll see the gold in my flooow
And if you can't really see
Then you gotta be BLIND 'cause I inhale
Lord God'll make a shine in my rhyme
Gotta whole lotta reasons just
To doubt you dudes
You look like? but you?gotten no clues?
Pretty soon
They gonna find ya like the did Saddam!
So ring, ring, ring, Ring the Alarm
Young don't want it dawg