It's like a celebration, inside your mouth.
Guardo up!
Ruh-roh-rom-rom, ruh-roh-rom.
Ruh-roh-rom-rom, ruh-roh-rom.
Yeah, date-um.
Ruh-roh-rom, ruh-roh-rom.
I'm in this bitch like a shut down freeway.
Throw a B.C.D. in the crowd.
Watch them shut down eBay.
But I ain't used to it, I used to play on music.
And people where I was from would look at me like I was stupid.
I lied I was stupid.
Cause I quit talking about going stupid.
Now they changed they tune, matter of fact, they auto-tuned it.
Now reverse is a sache, the royalty of royalty.
So you like these, take my pair.
It's my fifth pair, yeah, I got five pairs.
Bitch, you ain't eating with me, you need a high chair.
Whoops.
Did I say bitch too much?
Back in high school, I think I missed too much.
All these rappers taboo, talking about they love you.
Cut my name in your arm, bitch, fuck a tattoo.
I get a sweet tooth, just thinking about the way
I'm going to eat you, beat you in the right way.
Send her back on a lunch break, like, damn, homie,
she can't walk straight.
It's OK, she on my team.
I ain't lying, trust me.
She ain't crying, that's bossing.
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow,
bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow,
bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow.
Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full.
I'm in this bitch like a shut down freeway.
What'd you say?
Wait, hold up.
I'm in these bitches like a three way.
Life's a movie every single weekday.
No cameras, just a screenplay.
Smoke a ounce, smoke a pound.
Smoke a whole harvest to the ground.
I've been up, and I've been down.
I made your girlfriend go another round.
Keep a low profile, but if you must know, I got a 9-11,
and that shit fucking dope.
Sports car, stick shift too hard.
Bitch, boy, party's still all out.
Trying to turn it on.
I don't why you say I'm on.
I ain't got a million.
You say I'm cold, but I ain't even chilling.
You say I'm bussing, I ain't even paid the fare yet.
Bitch, I ain't even told him to turn on the snare yet.
Snare yet, snare yet, turn on the snare yet,
snare yet, snare, turn on the snare yet,
snare yet, snare.
Hey, ain't nobody ever told you don't talk what your mouth for?
Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk what your mouth for?
Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk what your mouth for?
Hey, ain't nobody ever told you don't talk what your mouth for?
F-F-F-F-F-F-Fuzzing
F-F-F-F-F-F-F-Fuzzing
F-F-F-F-F-F-Fuzzing
I-I-I ain't lying, trust me, she ain't crying, that's fuzzing.