"Potty Mouth"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Verse 1: Tyga]
One shot, bomboclat
bitches jumping on my dick, hopping like it’s hopscotch
Booty pop, my bitch don’t wear that she prolly ass shots
I don’t give a f**k, I f**k em all till they pussy ouch
Potty mouth, oochie wally, bang, bang then I’m out
Once u-f**king-pon a time, had your bitch inside my house
Cooking grits and riding dick
Swear she the best chef around
Pop that pussy, now let me see you doo doo brown
I wanna rock, I wanna rock
Tell these bitch ni**as it’s they time of the month, time of the month
ni**as want beef but I eat that s**t, eat eat everything well done
I’m so far in the clouds I can barely hear
All that s**t you rocking, boy that was last year
GOAT’s here, ni**as steer my style like a stop deer
Pump fear
To you bitches heart, Suge without the beard
Man, all these new ni**as weird
They all lining up to come and see the last king
[Hook: Tyga]
I get money, I make money
I take money, them bitches want it from me ‘cause I’m
I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
Two, two more shots, then I’m out
I’m a motherf**ker and I got a potty mouth
I’m ‘bout whatever man, I’m ‘bout whatever man
I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Man, I f**ked your dime and now she’s mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a ni**a and make a grown man cry
Feeling bulls**t, I don’t pay you no mind
But what’s your sign? Gemini?
Scorpio, let me f**k from behind
However you want it, baby
Light the blunts, blunts and close your eyes
Real ni**a doe, real ni**a doe
Got a freak bitch in the DB9, put me on doe
Came in the door, kicked in the door
Waiving the .44, put one, one in your blowhole
Man, you’re paper thin, you need to take some notes
ni**as steal my lines and say they don’t, there go another new quote
I’m fresh off the boat, ni**a let’s toast
Young Money real, y’all s**t just a hoax
Made a fairytale, busy on a float
Why would I lie?
Forever under oath, I’m
So f**king frustrated with your lady
Get a flight, I send her home
Man my love is oh so tainted
If you fine you might get diamonds, if you a five you might get nothing
I’m on my monsters, they from a moshpit
R-r-r-rock you like Nirvana
Man I be off Patron like it’s a holiday
f**king with them finer things, pull up on your bitch and say
[Hook: Tyga]
I get money, I make money
I take money, them bitches want it from me ‘cause I’m
I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
Two, two more shots, then I’m out
I’m a motherf**ker and I got a potty mouth
I’m ‘bout whatever man, I’m ‘bout whatever man
I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Man, I f**ked your dime
Still in my prime
Young D, I’m freshest ni**a on the line
Better man up, it’s about to go down
Leave you with jaw-dropped, face on the ground
Let the rain fill the moats ‘round my kingdom
Carved in the cement, star, pledge allegiance
I’ma let you leave ‘em screaming
Dreaming just to get by
Girl you so fly, why you so high?
Two more shots, then I’m out
I’m a motherf**king potty mouth
I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
All bad bitches in my house
I’m a motherf**ker, f**k her then I kick her out
I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Cannibal, I eat you raw meat
I’m raw with beats
So scavenger with it, ni**a look like Jaws with feet
You don’t want it, bitch
Y’all ni**as know I get gully, what you want?
Listen close, y’all don’t hear how the beat get ugly when a motherf**ker come through?
Excuse me bitch
Please let me kill it just a little bit and let a ni**a do what he do
Movie s**t, that tec make a ni**as wanna vomit spit
You ni**as already knew
She keep on fronting ni**as, then I’m lighting up another city
Got her fighting ‘til they get to biting, they we getting gritty
See the time and now a ni**a climbing up another milli
Then we shining till a ni**a blind them, up until it kills me
Forth and back and my dying is a ni**a ‘til it pulls up on the track
Then I’ma die sixty ni**as ‘til we pop off like we in the wild west
When I finished giving you the crack pipe
If you knew I’m in route to the crib just to park the Bugatti at the house
Sin big and one of my bitches really turn her out now
Still everyone know I got a potty mouth now
s**t they got me doing it again
Back to bodying things and lots of screwing other women
You can never stop the s**t that I’m doing
And the way that we moving
Get it popping, never stopping, kill ‘em in the end now
And I’ma get ‘em to the point when I got ‘em all open, handling my business with ‘em ha!
Trust me you don’t wanna start cause you know it’s torture!
Every single minute til I finish with ‘em
And I knock s**t down
Every time I come and then I lock s**t down
‘Til I come up place ni**as better drop that crown
Ever here, ‘fore I pop you clowns
And I go erase ni**as!