Run They Mouth

Let that choppa sing just like a song along walk inside this bitch by myself but i'm not alone When i get in that mode i start to trippin this my theme song Knocking at your door lil bitch i swear that it's not ding dong Niggas love to talk, yea i swear they love to run they mouth They think because im quiet that I don't know what im talking bout Knock your shit loose like i just threw a lil bowling ball If you need a favor then you know who the f*ck not to call. Took your bitch down south I'm not talkin' bout Florida Talkin' bout she want this Good thing that I can afford her And I beat the pussy up Nigga, Oscar De La Hoya Talkin' bout she wanna go to Gucci Took the bitch to Kroger And it's big, bout to hear the engine F*ck, I start the motor Tell me she don't want me for my money Tell me what's the motive Let that bitch shoot With my left hand, Lamar Odom They be like, you be goin' places Yeah, I tried to tell him Eyes low, can't even see shit I feel like Helen Keller The money hoes clothes Only thing that's in my cerebellum I felt just like a handyman We caught that nigga, have to nail him Two hoes lined up So you know I had to rail em I'm walkin' side this bitch I know it stink, I'm cookin' collard greens Dorothy Danridge inside this bitch And she got double D's Push to start inside this motherfucker You can keep it key Eyes low, high as f*ck Nigga, I feel like Yao Ming I feel like Yao Ming I feel like Yao Ming I feel like Yao Ming You know what I mean I feel like Yao Ming I feel like Yao Ming Ain't no fake team You know what I mean I thought the beat was over But I guess it's not I thought the beef was over Throw him in the pot She like, I like your eyes And your style, thanks a lot My nigga out the pit He a pit, I'm a rott I'm a ride Skinny nigga But I'm still flexin' like the rock If the shoe fits Wear it nigga and the sock That choppa make a nigga dance Make him milli rock When I drop You know what time it is Don't look at the clock Nah, nah