Show me wat dat mouf do Show me wat dat mouf do Show me wat dat mouf do Show me wat dat mouf do Show me wat dat mouf do Show me wat dat mouf do Show me wat dat mouf 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
[Verse 1: Lil Duval] 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' Mistletoe over my dick, season's greetin' Girl grab them balls, them midgets jealous Lick my runway too, take me to Heaven And shit I'm 'bout to come, bitch don't move Bitch don't m... bitch don't move!
[Hook: Lil Duval]
[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] I'm here to fuck while she get read wrong These thots get tapped, no cell phone Killer with the head game, get a headstone Dinnertime, she gon' eat it 'til 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 cum 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 scandalist Show me wat dat mouf do Got a surfboard all in your house too She wanna ride that [?] 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 You better find that [?] I barely play the game unless I'm playin' clutch