"Don't You Say That" lyrics
"Don't You Say That"
Sayin' (Hi)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
Tell your momma I said (Hi)
(Ugh, tell your friend to get out my face)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
Tell your momma I said (Hi)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
(Ugh, daddy your friend breath smell like)
(Don't you say dat)
Don't be coming around my house
Talkin' to the kids, runnin' your mouth
Lookin' for me, they don't care
Ain't nobody told you breath [?]
Nigga, you're wrong, come on, don't go there
Smell so strong you could melt a hair
And somebody knows, boy, that's foul
Your breath been smellin' like shit for a while
One, two, three, four
When he come to the house, just slam the door
Five, six, seven, eight
Don't open the door, y'all make him wait
You gotta brush your teeth, clean your gums
If that don't work, nigga, brush your tongue
Don't call me, I'ma call you
Stop talkin' to my kids, smellin' like boo boo
Sayin' (Hi)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
Tell your momma I said (Hi)
(Ugh, tell your friend to get out my face)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
Tell your momma I said (Hi)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
(Ugh, daddy your friend breath smell like)
(Don't you say dat)
You always come, but you don't leave
Look at my kids, they can't breathe
If he go right, y'all go left
You can start a fire with yo hot ass breath
I just don't know what to do
You ain't never heard of no Juicy Fruit?
Talkin' to my son, all in his face
Somebody did this mess in two paces
You ain't never smelt your mouth?
If you did, you would know what I was talkin' about
Mouth smellin' like booty and pussy
They ain't got no cure for perdussy
You ain't right, you got to go
Lookin' all funny like you don't know
And don't call me, I'ma call you
Stop talkin' to my kids, smellin' like boo boo
Sayin' (Hi)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
Tell your momma I said (Hi)
(Ugh, tell your friend to get out my face)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
Tell your momma I said (Hi)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
(Ugh, daddy your friend breath smell like)
(Don't you say dat)
Don't say nothin', don't speak to me
Somebody bathroom is where you need to be
Cleanin' your mouth, workin' it out
Out and in, in and out
Nigga, they should put yo ass in jail
And give you life the way yo breath smell
Stopping my kids on the way to school
You can give them brain damage, nigga that ain't cool
They want you you stop, but you keep on talkin'
They treat you like that, cause your breath be hard
Come on, dawg, leave us alone
Stop comin' to my house, cause we ain't home
Don't it smell like somebody shitted?
I tried to tell you, but I guess you don't get it
Don't call me, I'ma call you
Quit talkin' to my kids, smellin' like boo boo
Sayin' (Hi)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
Tell your momma I said (Hi)
(Ugh, tell your friend to get out my face)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
Tell your momma I said (Hi)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
(Ugh, daddy your friend breath smell like)
(Don't you say dat)
Sayin' (Hi)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
Tell your momma I said (Hi)
(Ugh, tell your friend to get out my face)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
Tell your momma I said (Hi)
Tell your daddy I said (Hi)
(Ugh, daddy your friend breath smell like)
(Don't you say dat)
Dad, why your friends breath smell like dookie?
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