Trae Tha Truth - Wat Dat Mouf Do lyrics

[Hook: Lil Duval] Show me what that mouth do (x7) I swear that this the nastiest song (x4) [Verse 1: Lil Duval] Somethin' 'bout your lips when they on my dick b**h, you ain't sh** 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 b**hes jealous Lick my runway to take me to Heaven Ooh sh**, I'm 'bout to cum... b**h, don't move b**h don't m--, B-b**h, don't move! [Hook] [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] I'm here to f**, won't sh** get read wrong These thots get tapped, no cell phone k**er 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 sh**, I mean come 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 f** about manners She know what I'm 'bout, she heard that I'm the sk**est Show me what that mouth do, got a surfboard all in your house too She wanna ride that, ho, and get lost through Straight up, f** your couch too, n***a 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 f** with mutts, I'd rather f** with s*uts Who got a bada** team and likes to moan a bunch You better find that [?] I barely play the game unless I'm playin' clutch [Hook] [Outro: Lil Duval] Aaaaah! I just always wanted to do that Aaaaah! This them high notes, Mariah ain't got sh** on me! Aaaaah! Aa-aah, aa-aa-aa, ahh--mm Aaaaah! Do re mi go la so di, aaah!