Текст песни Taught Her - Yung Baller

Had a lil' bitch from down south
Put that shit all in her mouth
Had a lil' bitch from down south
Put it all in her mouth
Had a lil' bitch from down south
Put that shit all in her mouth (Yeah)
Put it all in her mouth
Had a lil' bitch from down south (Aye)
Had a lil' bitch from down south
Put it all in her mouth
All in her mouth

Keep it down south
Boy, boy would you bag that?
Don't backtrack
Oh you gotta stack that?
No
Keep the bands for my low
Keep my bands for my lonely
Oh, boy you know me, we ain't homies
Mafia ties, like Tony
Back in the days i was lonely
Back in the days, they didn't know me
Now i'm up, now i gotta flex only with me
Only with me
Now they see i'm up with my team
Playing 2k, i hit the green bean
Boy now you gone backtrack
You don't know to stack that
You don't stack those
Boy you don't know my passcode
In line you was last hoe
And i'm hot like Tabasco
Niggas soft like Play-Doh
I'm a angel bitch, hold on to my halo
Shooting at my Opps, like we playing Halo

That's besides the point
I rap like i cant disappoint
So she gave me top-top
Then she slop-slop
In the door knob, told her to back-back
I don't wanna backtrack
So i stack that, then i stack those
At my safe, with a couple racks hoe
Bring her in with a lasso
Tap those, i don't wanna tap those
You know hoe, she go to the store
Steal my flow, that's not how it goes

Yung Balla, hit it like scholar
Smarter than your father
Damn, what i taught her?
She eat it like peach cobbler
With the lingo i taught her
Taught her
With the Louie V bag that i brought her
Nigga, wait
I'm your father
No-no-no-no
No-no-no-no
No-no-no