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Gordo Taqueria


Artist: The Cataracs
Genres: Pop
Total songs: 8
Year: 2012

Mouthful Lyrics - Gordo Taqueria - The Cataracs

It's like a celebration inside your mouth, Gordo! 

Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa 

Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa 

I'm in this bitch like a shut down freeway 

Throw a BCD in the crowd, watch 'em shut down eBay 

I ain't used to it, I used to play 'em music 

Give people what I was showing 'em look at me like I was stupid 

Cause I quit talking bout going stupid 

Now they change they tune matter fact they autotuned it 

Now reverse is Versacci, royalty of royalty 

So you like Beats take my pair, it's my 5th pair yeah I got 5 pair 

Bitch you ain't eatin' with me you need a high chair 

Whoops, did I say bitch too much? 

Back in high school I think that I missed too much 

All these rappers taboo talkin' bout they love you 

Cut my name on your arm bitch fuck a tattoo 

I get a sweet tooth just thinkin' about the way I'm gonna eat you 

Beat you in the right way 

Send her back on a lunch break 

Like damn homes she can't walk straight 

It's okay she on my team I ain't lyin', trust me 

She ain't cryin', that's Visene 

Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa 

Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa 

Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa 

Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa 

Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouthful? 

Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouthful? 

I'm in this bitch like a shut down freeway, whatchu say? 

Wait hold up, I'm in these bitches like a 3-way 

Life's a movie, every single weekday, no cameras 

Just a just a screenplay 

Smoke an ounce, smoke a pound, smoke a whole harvest to the ground 

I been up, and I been down 

I made your girlfriend go another round 

I keep a low pro, but if you must know 

I got a 9-11 and that shit fuckin' go 

Sports car, stick shift, too hard, bitch boy 

Prolly stall out tryna to turn it on 

I don't know why you say I'm on, I ain't got a million 

You say I'm cold, but I ain't even chillin' 

You say I'm bussin' I ain't even pay the fare yet 

Bitch I ain't even told 'em to turn up my snare yet 

Snare yet, snare yet, turn up my snare yet 

Snare yet, snare yet, turn up my snare yet 

Snare yet 

Hey 

Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full? 

Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full? 

Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full? 

Visene, visene, vi-vi-visene 

I ain't lyin', trust me, she ain't cryin' that's Visene 

Are you remember?


Distance

Artist: Soilwork