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Wat Dat Mouf Do Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Duval
Featuring: Trae Tha Truth
Length: 3:35
Written by: Frazier Othel Thompson, Roland Powell




Lil Duval - Wat Dat Mouf Do Lyrics
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[ Featuring Trae Tha Truth ]

Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song

Somethin' 'bout your lips when they on my dick (Juicy!)
Bitch you ain't shit if I don't nut quick
Pull my pants down and let's have this meetin'
Mistletoe over my dick, season's greetin'
Girl grab them balls, them midgets jealous
Lick my runway too, take me to Heaven
And shit I'm 'bout to come, bitch don't move
Bitch don't m, bitch don't move!

Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song

I'm here to f*ck while she get read wrong
These thots get tapped, no cell phone
Killer with the head game, get a headstone
Dinnertime, she gon' eat it 'til the head gone
Who better? Say it don't matter
Bet I'll put inches all up in your bladder
All in her throat, tryna climb like a ladder
Oh shit, I mean cum down her throat like I'm Santa
She rep for the H now she up in Atlanta
She only wear red like them cats in bandanas
I tell her "Eat dick", give a f*ck about manners
She know what I'm 'bout, she heard that I'm the scandalist
Show me wat dat mouf do
Got a surfboard all in your house too
She wanna ride that hoe and get flossed to
Straight up, f*ck your couch too, nigga
Ain't nothin' like me, I'm Truth
Truth like track, big hoes run loose
Wrong wardrobe, these hoes get boost
Can't have no top just like my coupe
I don't f*ck with mutts, I'd rather f*ck with sluts
Who got a badass team and likes to moan a bunch
You better find they dough if your wasn't touched
I barely play the game unless I'm playin' clutch

Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
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Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song

Somethin' 'bout your lips when they on my dick (Juicy!)
Bitch you ain't shit if I don't nut quick
Pull my pants down and let's have this meetin'
Mistletoe over my dick, season's greetin'
Girl grab them balls, them midgets jealous
Lick my runway too, take me to Heaven
And shit I'm 'bout to come, bitch don't move
Bitch don't m, bitch don't move!

Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song

I'm here to f*ck while she get read wrong
These thots get tapped, no cell phone
Killer with the head game, get a headstone
Dinnertime, she gon' eat it 'til the head gone
Who better? Say it don't matter
Bet I'll put inches all up in your bladder
All in her throat, tryna climb like a ladder
Oh shit, I mean cum down her throat like I'm Santa
She rep for the H now she up in Atlanta
She only wear red like them cats in bandanas
I tell her "Eat dick", give a f*ck about manners
She know what I'm 'bout, she heard that I'm the scandalist
Show me wat dat mouf do
Got a surfboard all in your house too
She wanna ride that hoe and get flossed to
Straight up, f*ck your couch too, nigga
Ain't nothin' like me, I'm Truth
Truth like track, big hoes run loose
Wrong wardrobe, these hoes get boost
Can't have no top just like my coupe
I don't f*ck with mutts, I'd rather f*ck with sluts
Who got a badass team and likes to moan a bunch
You better find they dough if your wasn't touched
I barely play the game unless I'm playin' clutch

Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
Show me wat dat mouf do
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
I swear that this the nastiest song
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Writer: Frazier Othel Thompson, Roland Powell
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC.

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