Текст песни Running My Mouth - 2LDeuce

Deuce, shut up, you always runnin' your mouth

The sharks with me
Hoes finna start callin' me casper, I be ghostin', bitches

I am not talkin' shit when I say I'm finna roast this nigga
Boy, that Lil' ass gun, I got a bottle lotion bigger
Flash on this bitch, I can see it's kinda blurry, this a motion picture
We got snipers on the roof, zombie apocalypse

I can leave pape around the gang, they won't pocket it
Bitch, move your motherfuckin' hand, you can't stop the dick
Rucci still with his hood, bitch, tryna hold the blick
She still tryna hold the stick

She still tryna hold the stick
Call E-man just so I can get my Pole legit
I'm still not buyin' a whip if it ain't got no hoes in it
That Lil' Baby Cold, yeah, she on some frozen shit

I do not like orange juice with the Pope in it
So I don't get it
How you cool with havin' no money
Nigga, I don't get it

Put a hole in the middle of a nigga like a fidget
Got some food doin' 60 in a 45 and got a ticket
Don't ask me if I'm for real, if I said it, then I meant it
Niggas climbin' up with me, I put a ladder in the trenches

Tie a screw in my hand, I don't like using wrenches
Damn, let me play for real
Let me posture up, knock the noodles out his head, pick the pasta up
Cuffed a bad bitch, she done fucked my whole roster up

I ain't tryna get dreads, cause it takes too long to lock em up
It's 2015, with deuce people in the whip, we in a Lex(us)
Me and my girl fuck the same hoes, so you gotta text us
Right behind the last nigga, cause I swear to God I'm next up

I pulled my dick out my pants and shorty got her breath took
Graduated with a diploma, now I'm on the next book
Rucci keep spazzin' on my songs, he get the next hook
Whole time he had a vest on and got his chest took

Come on
Can't even hear it, but this crud is really loud
Tryna ride my wave, I'm jumpin'
Surfin' through the crowd

If a nigga talkin' crazy, boy, I'm quick to blick you down
Put him down, this bitch'll make one direction turn around
Busted on her face, Picasso painted up, she a clown
Tell them "Pits" hop in the water, boy, I bet they gon' drown

Comfortable everywhere I go, Im wearing pajamas in the lounge
Freak, bitch Squirting' every stroke, I need a fuckin' towel
Blow a nigga stomach up with this bitch, move his bowels
Nigga, I don't O, U you shit, nigga, tryna hit me with a vowel

I am not a dog, I'm a shark, I ain't jumpin' in no pile
I get up every morning, make a song, check my fuckin' files
And that's real shit
I'm starving, got a banana clip, get 'em' peeled quick

I ain't gon' never stop talkin' even when I hit a meal, bitch, tryna blow my candle out, nigga, and it's still lit
You dared me and I took it, so I ain't really steal shit
Nigga, got the bubble guts constipated, that's still shit

The Sharks with me

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