Lil Yachty – Dirty Mouth

Man, I’m on some shit right now
I’m on some, some, some rich nigga shit
Some millionaire shit
‘Cause lot you niggas is pussy
All you niggas is broke
I know these niggas is not really doin’ what they pretendin’ be
Suck my dick, bitch

I don’t really care ’bout my enemies (uh)
My new crib came with amenities (uh)
You gotta pay for my energy
You gotta pay for my ooh
Hey, don’t make me pop up the truck
Ooh, don’t make me two hand the pump
Ooh, don’t make me call up my bros
Pull up and he’ll jump you, go dunk, dunk, dunk
Yeah, I dress so these niggas could see me
Uh, I know your lil’ bro wanna be me
Uh, I know your lil’ sis wanna freak me
That’s prolly why you wanna shoot me
That’s why your auntie is a groupie
Huh, send me pictures of her coochie
She said they nicknamed her Juicy
‘Cause she keep a wet pussy, yeah
Pussy nigga, don’t push me, what
Pull up deep, not just me
Uh, bought a brand new chain
That shit dance like N-Sync Justin
I saw your Rolex, brother
That bullshit started rustin’
None of you niggas impress me
None of you niggas will press me
Uh, I get more pussy than Preston
My niggas bang red paisley that’s for real
I made a full million off my deal
I made a full 5 off the next
Stupid bitch tried find out my name
I screamed, "Shawty, every single text"
Uh, bitch I bite like a T-Rex
My future bitch look better than my next
My next bitch look like a Top Model
She suck dick like a baby bottle, grr

I’ma tell you like this, man
Youngest nigga in this motherfucker, man
I’m not askin’ for your respect
I give a fuck if you fuck with me, nigga
I got M’s, nigga
I’m talkin’ ’bout the letter before N, nigga
M’s, bitch boy

I didn’t ask for respect (uh)
All I care ’bout is my check (who)
Louis Vuitton on my sneakers
My main bitch a diva, she is a dick pleaser
Uh, I never miss like I’m Curry
Yeah, ain’t eat that pussy if it’s furry
Uh, my pussy pink just like Kirby
My bitch sucked it up like Kirby
She drive whips like it’s Kentucky Derby
She tote pistols so no one can hurt me
Don’t even try though
I hit your mom at the high house
Then I hit off of her Waffle House
That bitch can never see my penthouse
Shit, that’s just a fact
Uh, I nutted all on her back
Uh, I nutted all in her tracks
Uh, slid my Black Card through her cracks
Huh, nasty young nigga, I’m all with it
Post on the block in a ball fitted
Post on the block with the same niggas
I got that guap and it changed niggas
Rappin’ ass niggas love Dracos
I love the AR ’cause it range niggas
Ain’t s’posed to talk about guns
‘Cause I got a lot of shit goin’
I was tryna be the nice guy
‘Til these niggas thought I was hoein’
These niggas thought I was pussy
I had to show ’em I’m ’bout it
I put that bitch in my Snapchat
Watch how she start feelin’ cotted
She gon’ suck everyone ’round me
Fresh as hell like I wash laundry with money
I can’t front like I didn’t come from my county
Y’all know where I’m from, I’m my daddy’s son
Bitch, I never switched up one time
Pick up the back-end, now it’s ice time
This bougie bitch say that she hungry
Well stupid lil’ bitch, it is rice time

Lil’ Boat

Dirty mouth – Lil Yachty lyrics

Lyrics Lil Yachty – Dirty Mouth

Man, I’m on some sh*t right now
I’m on some, some, some rich nigga sh*t
Some millionaire sh*t
‘Cause lot of these niggas is pus*y
All these niggas is broke
I know these niggas is not doing what they pretend to be
Suck my d*ck, b*tch.(dirty mouth)

I don’t really care about my enemies
My new crib came with amenities
You gotta pay for my energy
You gotta pay for my ohh, ehh
Don’t make me pop up the trunk
Don’t make me two hand the pump
Don’t make me call up my bro
Pull up in that junk and go dump, dump, dump
I dress so these niggas can see me
I know your lil’ bro wanna be me
I know your lil’ sister wanna freak me
That’s probably why you wanna shoot me
That’s why your auntie is a groupie
Send me pictures of her coochie
She said they nicknamed her juicy
‘Cause she keep a wet pus*y
pus*y nigga don’t push me
I pull up deep, not just me
I brought a brand new chain
That sh*t dance like N-Sync, Justin
I saw your Rolex, brother
That bullsh*t started rustin’
None of you niggas impress me
None of you niggas would press me
I get more pus*y than Preston
My niggas bang red paisley, that’s for real
I made a full million off my deal
I made a full 5 out the next
Stupid b*tch tried to front on my name
I screenshotted every single text
b*tch I bite like a T-Rex
My future b*tch look better than my next
My next b*tch look like a top model
She suck d*ck like a baby bottle.

I’ma tell you like this, man
Youngest nigga in this motherf*cker, man
I’m not askin’ for your respect
I give a f*ck if you f*ck with me, nigga
I got M’s, nigga versuri-lyrics.info
I’m talkin’ ’bout the letter before N, nigga
M’s, b*tch boy.

I didn’t ask for respect, no
All I care about it my check
Louis Vuitton on my sneakers
My main b*tch a diva, she is a d*ck pleaser
Uh, I never miss like I’m Curry
Yeah, can’t eat that pus*y if it’s furry
My b*tch pus*y pink just like Kirby
My b*tch suck it up just like Kirby
She drives whips like it’s Kentucky Derby
She tote pistols so no one can hurt me
Don’t even try it though
I hit your mama at the Hyatt House
Then I offered her Waffle House
That b*tch could never see my penthouse
sh*t that’s just a fact
I nutted all on her back
I nutted all on her tracks
Slid my black card through her cracks
Nasty young nigga, I’m all in it
Posted on the block in a ball fitted
Posted on the block with the same niggas
I got that guap and it change niggas
Rappin’ a*s niggas love Dracos
I love the AR ’cause its range different
Ain’t supposed to talk about guns
‘Cause I gotta lot of sh*t goin’
I was trying to be the nice guy
Until these niggas thought I was hoein’
These niggas thought I was pus*y
I had to show ’em I’m ’bout it
I put that b*tch on my Snapchat
Watch how she start feelin’ clouted
She gon’ suck everyone around me
Fresh as hell like I wash laundry with Bounty
I can’t front like I didn’t come from my county
I know where I’m from, I’m my daddy’s son
I never switched up one time
Pick up that back end now it’s ice time
This boujee b*tch said that she’s hungry
Well stupid lil’ b*tch it’s rice timeee.(dirty mouth)
Lil Yachty lyrics
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Chief Keef – Reload (feat. Tadoe & Ballout)

[Intro: Ballout]
Oooooo, what the fuck?
This bitch made my spill my muhfucking cup!

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
[?], stuff it
Half ounce, fuck it
This track bitch, you love it
Already fucking
That ain’t straight drop, that’s Tussin
That fake ice, tuck it
‘Cause this bling on me bussing
Believe that, trust it

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Balling real hard, I ain’t hooping nigga
Bought a lil bitch, I ain’t Cupid nigga
I get getting money, getting stupid figures
Got your gun but you ain’t shooting nigga
Hit a nigga pockets like a goofy, nigga
Blue Robbin’s jeans with the Ruger, nigga
Just copped a Porsche, real [?] nigga
Hit a few blocks acting foolish nigga
Smoking on the dope, got a toolie with us
Smoking on the thoinks, got a cutie with us
All my niggas solid, no fruity niggas
And I’m getting quap, still shooting niggas
Shawty bounce her ass like I’m Juvie nigga
Shawty bounce her ass like I’m Juvie nigga
In this bitch, we gon’ make a movie nigga
In this bitch, we gon’ make a movie nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Niggas steady talking that tough shit
Me and gang be on that fuck shit
This car I’m whipping be on that rough shit
Kentucky Derby, we on that dust shit
You want something nigga, meet me at the function
Don’t make your bitch meet me at the dungeon
All this muhfucking designer on me
Fuck around, thought I was up in London
Drive the car like it’s muhfucking stuntman
Shoot the ball like I’m muhfucking Kobe
Shoot the pistol like I’m muhfucking Odee
Ice on me got me colder than a polar
And the dope got me higher than a solar
In that thang, switching lanes like a bowler
Crack the window, the damn choppa go aroma
In on [?] skating, call me Homer

[Verse 4: Ballout]
Top of the roof, have my gang hoe
Just fucked yo bitch, kicked yo bitch out
Just took me a [?]
It ain’t even been an hour
Counting this money up
Know I had to run it up
Hopped out to get some cups
Hellcat, still [?]

[Verse 5: Tadoe]
Hellcat and just copped new jeans
Real [?]
Trap spot got like two or three
Hit my phone if you need a few P’s
In the strip club serving QP’s
New jeans cost me ’bout two keys
Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese
Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese

[Verse 6: Chief Keef]