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Filthy Mouth
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Filthy Mouth was discovered most frequently in the first few seconds of the song during the past week

Lyrics

Fuck, shit, damn, hell
Son of a bitch, don't ring this bell
Hell yeah, motherfucker, raise that sound
Buckshot talkin', better tone it down
Now, I got a filthy mouth and I don't give a damn
Say it real loud, yeah, I say what I am
Boots on the bar, middle finger up proud
Honky-tonk queen with a filthy mouth
Filthy mouth, yeah, I talk that trash
Sip too fast, let the whole thing crash
Sweet little smile but I go real south
Don't get it twisted, I got a filthy mouth
Got a slick talk twist with a back talk bite
Quick lip flip when I crack that mic
Got a redneck rhythm with a rap style spite
And I don't start shit, but I might tonight
Cuss word cadence in the country-ass flow
Whiskey wet tongue and a cutthroat glow
Got a barstool bounce and a fuck that code
If he act brand-new, I'ma let that show
Sweet voice tone, but it turn real rude
Real damn fast when I change that mood
Got a lace-up look with a loose screw fuse
And a whole lotta words I don't filter for you
Got a filthy mouth and I don't give a damn
Say it real loud, yeah, I say what I am
Boots on the bar, middle finger up proud
Honky-tonk queen with a filthy mouth
Filthy mouth, yeah, I talk that trash
Sip too fast, let the whole thing crash
Sweet little smile but I go real south
Don't get it twisted, I got a filthy mouth
Got a no chill tongue and a zero regret
Every word hit hard like a live round thread
If you can't take heat, better place that bet
I don't sugarcoat shit, I don't play for light set
Got a dive bar jaw with a drunk ass wing
Snap back says with a don't kiss thing
Got a hell, nah, boy, in everything
And a laugh so loud make the whole place ring
I don't tone it down, I don't clean it up
Got a glass head full and I spill that cup
If you step too close, you gon' hear what's up
'Cause my mouth stay wild and it don't shut up
Mama say, "Hush," I say, "Hell nah"
Daddy say, "Chill," I say, "Watch y'all"
Bitches say, "Pray," I say, "Fuck that"
Not a whole damn town know where I'm at
Got a foul mouth low with a fast track flick
Backhand banner and a brass tack, bitch
Got a sharp tongue snap with a clapback kick
Make a loud mouth choke when I count out that flick
Honky-tonk have it with a half shot haze
Got a cuss lace chorus in the back room blaze
I don't bite my tongue, I just let it spray
Like a bookshop burst in the ballroom phase
From a slow draw sip to a full-blown shout
I'm the reason they risk, but when I walk out
Got a neon name with a no-doubt cloud bookshop
Baby, yeah, filthy mouth
Got a filthy mouth, and I don't give a damn
Say it real loud, yeah, I say what I am
Boots on the bar, middle finger up proud
Honky-tonk queen with a filthy mouth
Filthy mouth, let it echo out loud
From the jukebox jump to the shotgun crowd
Sweet little smile, but I go real south
Raise hell with me, I got a filthy mouth
Written by: T. L. BROWN
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