Текст песни Mouthpiece - CantBuyDeem

On my Johnny Bravo shit you feel me
Thank you
Huh
I got mouthpiece what about you
I got hands my homie got tool
Everybody worried bout tryna be cool
But I ain't worried bout what you and them do
I got a slick tongue I'ma be straight
I'ma be me I ain't tryna be dude
Everybody worried bout tryna be cool
I got mouthpiece I'ma make moves

Treat bad vibes like germs
Like when a nigga sneeze I cover my food
Huh
I got whip that I use like spoon
Scoop her, cup cakes then treat her like food
Uber her back cuz I'm tryna make moves
Move like a mac but I hustle like two
Got hands like tools, need bands like schools.
Yeah the love is all cool but my baby need shit like every damn day, I mean what would y'all do?
I'm just tryna pay my BM lil rent so she can't say shit
It'd be money well spent
Got a lot of plans that I use like cash
And done had a lotta dreams I done seen come true
Spit facts like Snapple
Keep a honey in my hands like Pooh
Bunny on my tail like Hugh
Like Hef nigga
You ain't got the fire in yo eyes she blew
She gon put the head on me just to come thru
You ain't got the fire in yo eyes she blew
She gon put the head on me just to come thru
You ain't got the fire in yo eyes dawg
And she low key thru supporting yo bump ass
She gon put the head on nigga just to come thru smoke her down
And talk to her like a real person you feel me
Huh
I got mouthpiece what about you
I got hands my homie got tool
Everybody worried bout tryna be cool
But I ain't worried bout what you and them do
I got a slick tongue I'ma be straight
I'ma be me I ain't tryna be dude
Everybody worried bout tryna be cool
I got mouthpiece I'ma make moves
Big booty baddie in some Julio
Got her turned on hearing music at the studio
Always tryna check me
Making sure she ain't a groupie hoe
But she get freaky put the jigga in her booty hole ugh
Nasty than a bitch how I like
And she tryna get drunk how I know I'ma psychic
Thought it was my main bitch nah she my sidekick
Help me with the hoes and kick em out when I don't like em
Pussy can't have no fun I like em tight shit
Gold up in my mouth thought she looking up at lightning
Memba I broke for some time it was frightening
Now the hustle don't stop like to run tight ship ugh
Kiss when we done niggas tight lipped
But het pussy wet up out this world with a vice grip
Stuck in the back of her throat took my life quick
Murder was the case where the booth and her thighs is ugh

Aight understood so can I share a thought with you?
Don't even ask go ahead
Sometimes compulsively feeding our ego can gives us the illusion of control
It seems like a lot of the things that are naturally happening around you can be coming with your lifestyle that You've chosen
But you do have to give yourself some grace