Robb Bank$, B Way - Mouth (Houston) lyrics

Ay yeah a nigga gon' stunt
But I can still grow on you I
Know you ain’t like me at first
Shit that’s okay
I take the blame for taking the
Necessary retaliation on your relationship
But since the start you was well drawn to me
Like Funimation did your measurements
Girl you just' sucked a dick with your BF
So why the fuck your texts got
Me thinking that you tryna fuck
Then you come in my car
Just to motherfucking cry out
Breaking Bad, Rémy, and Margate your new life

A scary nigga bite his nails 'til they
Bleed like he tryna summon you home
What jutsu you trying to
Perform? Nigga please, nigga bleed
Hit with that dick and aligning chakras
Like she learning that new technique
And my pupil look you in the eye
And move her hair with such technique
I say her face pussy all day

We shouldn't be here in the first place
Although I want you in the worst way
Oh baby show me what that mouth say
What that mouth say
Oh baby show me what that mouth say
What that mouth say
Oh baby show me what that mouth say

I never spent a dime on a dime
Nigga dollar dollar bill y’all
Get your off your clip
Pussy nigga you ain’t got no fire in that
Fake Fendi belt I don't feel y’all
How ya feel, how ya' feel, how ya' feel
Twenty-five and you living at ya' momma crib
I tell her that I love her

Just to play with her emotions
Water splash emoji's so you
Know it’s incoming
IPhone percussion buzzing
Side bitch need company
I wonder who finna accompany her
Cause I make an excuse
Mean like, I need to leave the table
How to be a playa
I been playing real life GTA all day
So if you tryna run game
How big are you in chess

Strip strip if I play my cards right I can
Get a grin out of that poker face
Talking bout she got a boyfriend
And I say shh like the teacher caught us
Whispering during a lecture
I remember I was so proud to bring
You around all of my niggas
Shouting out you like the single
But how you like that
But not enough of me to write back
Ashlyn came to FLA and got fucked
All day on the three As

How you fucked the whole team
Then complain about getting played
Girl, let your hair down let
Me lay it all down
You went looking for Mr right and
Bumped into Mr right Now
We were going with the flow but
We still kept the ties rough
With your 1960s look I feel like Ron
Jeremy before he couldn’t get it up
Fangirls getting red off Bank$
On his mean shit

Even though I’mma lie and tell these
Girls that I ain’t mean it
But if you ain’t getting mentioned to
Me you just ain’t mean shit
I just want you to know what it really is
Say I’m fucking with her mind girl
I just ducking the head