Mouthpiece ft. Drty Red Lyrics

On my Johnny Bravo shit you feel me

Thank you

Huh

I got mouthpiece what about you

I got hands my homie got tool

Everybody worried bout tryna be cool

But I ain't worried bout what you and them do

I got a slick tongue I'ma be straight

I'ma be me I ain't tryna be dude

Everybody worried bout tryna be cool

I got mouthpiece I'ma make moves

Treat bad vibes like germs

Like when a nigga sneeze I cover my food

Huh

I got whip that I use like spoon

Scoop her, cup cakes then treat her like food

Uber her back cuz I'm tryna make moves

Move like a mac but I hustle like two

Got hands like tools, need bands like schools.

Yeah the love is all cool but my baby need shit like every damn day, I mean what would y'all do?

I'm just tryna pay my BM lil rent so she can't say shit

It'd be money well spent

Got a lot of plans that I use like cash

And done had a lotta dreams I done seen come true

Spit facts like Snapple

Keep a honey in my hands like Pooh

Bunny on my tail like Hugh

Like Hef nigga

You ain't got the fire in yo eyes she blew

She gon put the head on me just to come thru

You ain't got the fire in yo eyes she blew

She gon put the head on me just to come thru

You ain't got the fire in yo eyes dawg

And she low key thru supporting yo bump ass

She gon put the head on nigga just to come thru smoke her down

And talk to her like a real person you feel me

Huh

I got mouthpiece what about you

I got hands my homie got tool

Everybody worried bout tryna be cool

But I ain't worried bout what you and them do

I got a slick tongue I'ma be straight

I'ma be me I ain't tryna be dude

Everybody worried bout tryna be cool

I got mouthpiece I'ma make moves

Big booty baddie in some Julio

Got her turned on hearing music at the studio

Always tryna check me

Making sure she ain't a groupie hoe

But she get freaky put the jigga in her booty hole ugh

Nasty than a bitch how I like

And she tryna get drunk how I know I'ma psychic

Thought it was my main bitch nah she my sidekick

Help me with the hoes and kick em out when I don't like em

Pussy can't have no fun I like em tight shit

Gold up in my mouth thought she looking up at lightning

Memba I broke for some time it was frightening

Now the hustle don't stop like to run tight ship ugh

Kiss when we done niggas tight lipped

But het pussy wet up out this world with a vice grip

Stuck in the back of her throat took my life quick

Murder was the case where the booth and her thighs is ugh

Aight understood so can I share a thought with you?

Don't even ask go ahead

Sometimes compulsively feeding our ego can gives us the illusion of control

It seems like a lot of the things that are naturally happening around you can be coming with your lifestyle that You've chosen

But you do have to give yourself some grace