Trae Tha Truth, Lil Duval - Wat Dat Mouf Do lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Lil Duval - Wat Dat Mouf Do lyrics]
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
Somethin' 'bout your lips when
They on my dick (juicy)
Bitch, you ain't shit if I don't nut quick
Pull my pants down and
Let's have this meetin' (suck it)
Mistletoe over my dick, season's greetin'
Girl, grab them balls, them bitches jealous
Lick my runway too, take me to Heaven
Ooh shit, I'm 'bout to cum, bitch
Don't move
Bitch, don't m, B-bitch, don't move!
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I'm here to fuck, won't shit get read wrong
These thots get tapped, no cellphone
Killer with the head game, get a headstone
Dinnertime, she gon' eat it
Till the head gone
Who better? Say it don't matter
Bet I'll put inches all up in your bladder
All in her throat, tryna climb like a ladder
Oh shit
I mean come down her throat like I'm Santa
She rep for the H, now she up in Atlanta
She only wear red like them cats in bandanas
I tell her "eat dick" give
A fuck about manners
She know what I'm 'bout
She heard that I'm the skillest
Show me what that mouth do
Got a surfboard all in your house too
She wanna ride that, ho, and get lost through
Straight up, fuck your couch too, nigga
Ain't nothin' like me, I'm
Truth, truth like track, big hoes run loose
Wrong wardrobe, these hoes get boost
Can't have no top just like my coupe
I don't fuck with mutts
I'd rather fuck with sluts
Who got a badass team and
Likes to moan a bunch
I barely play the game
Unless I'm playin' clutch
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
Aaah! I just always wanted to do that
Aaah! This them high notes
Mariah ain't got shit on me!
Aaah! Aa-aah, aa-aa-aa, ahh -mm
Aaah! Do re mi go la so di, aaah!
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
Somethin' 'bout your lips when
They on my dick (juicy)
Bitch, you ain't shit if I don't nut quick
Pull my pants down and
Let's have this meetin' (suck it)
Mistletoe over my dick, season's greetin'
Girl, grab them balls, them bitches jealous
Lick my runway too, take me to Heaven
Ooh shit, I'm 'bout to cum, bitch
Don't move
Bitch, don't m, B-bitch, don't move!
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I'm here to fuck, won't shit get read wrong
These thots get tapped, no cellphone
Killer with the head game, get a headstone
Dinnertime, she gon' eat it
Till the head gone
Who better? Say it don't matter
Bet I'll put inches all up in your bladder
All in her throat, tryna climb like a ladder
Oh shit
I mean come down her throat like I'm Santa
She rep for the H, now she up in Atlanta
She only wear red like them cats in bandanas
I tell her "eat dick" give
A fuck about manners
She know what I'm 'bout
She heard that I'm the skillest
Show me what that mouth do
Got a surfboard all in your house too
She wanna ride that, ho, and get lost through
Straight up, fuck your couch too, nigga
Ain't nothin' like me, I'm
Truth, truth like track, big hoes run loose
Wrong wardrobe, these hoes get boost
Can't have no top just like my coupe
I don't fuck with mutts
I'd rather fuck with sluts
Who got a badass team and
Likes to moan a bunch
I barely play the game
Unless I'm playin' clutch
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
Show me what that mouth do
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
Aaah! I just always wanted to do that
Aaah! This them high notes
Mariah ain't got shit on me!
Aaah! Aa-aah, aa-aa-aa, ahh -mm
Aaah! Do re mi go la so di, aaah!