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My garage full of cars that bounce Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks They running off at the mouth
the flash and flames of my crazy nature firewater, the world's a mixture of broken liquored people get the picture Whiskey be spittle at the corners of my mouth
that's foul Nigga if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd And hit him dead in his mouth for being loud and wild Shit is real Ain't none of
as that one little nigga Sagging and bragging and talking loud Talking about he bout it bout it Nigga I got yo whole clik Real niggas don't run they mouth
the only...HANNAH MONTANA !! Whoa!! your not screaming...WHY ARNT YOU SCREAMING!! Jackson : oh believe me shes screaming on the inside!! [scream played mouth
a cage making minimum wage You'll be gone like a dollar bill hitting the stage [Chorus:] Lights out You're talking too loud So just shut your mouth Who
Bust a u-turn, come back and get served nigga For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get But men, the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth
to my head And was like (stay still) I met this girl named Laneice A freak but ugly Stripped for me once And her butt cheeks was musty Every time it got loud
you in your lip Zoom-zoom, yeah, I'm going fast bitch I'm loud as fuck, I'm ignorant Beat your bitch in her mouth just for talkin' shit You lurkin' bitch
Calabama niggaz all'll quit Talking that short dick shit Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm speaking loud Venacular ass kicking, truth got there in crowd
roll down her back Calabama niggaz all'll quit Talking that short dick shit Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm speaking loud Venacular ass kicking, truth
that one little nigga Sagging and bragging and talking loud Talking about he, 'bout it, 'bout it Nigga I got yo whole clik Real niggas don't run they mouth
trap splat, ack, unload 'em, reload 'em We back black and when dem gats letting off, red dots loud noises Like planes taking off, Dolla Boi, I got the
I'm sorry, Mama, but now I'm paid Before the crib and the 600 I was a shorty on the block runnin' A little punk mothafucka just like you Loud mouth
you ever want to get the bone up And do the grown up Then we can handle this baby, just don't get loud Cause I'ma cover up your mouth bitch, while I'