Lyrics:
All mouth and trousers
Shit den, I am shelling, lizzy be calling
I am south Moscow ama badness
Back out sheffing
Mish n mash em
Я на битах
ain't no slouches busters or Cowards
What you talking bout All mouth No Trousers
Fuck the whole town if it don't fuck With my Album
Mayne Event records
it's him I can't reach
This guy's wowzers
All mouth, no trousers
He pounds the best beats but I can't get in touch
Need to find his house
To get him out
man about town, devil in disguise
Bright lights and promises, cheap little lies
Young free and single, I'm well rid of you
You're all mouth
He’s all mouth and no trousers -
It’s a phrase my mother used to say.
And I’d say, ‘Please mother,
As if I’d fall for a boy who acted that way.
shit
Bobby big balls with your crowd
Passive violence amounts to fuck all
All mouth and no trousers
Everything you do or touch
Turns into fuck all but
step
I was a cocksure kid
Held my head like you were better off dead
That's what I said. That's what I did
All mouth and no trousers, honey!
My ass
What is that shit in my trousers
What is that shit in my trousers
What is that shit in my trousers
Know that I'm getting that bank
What is that shit
Naughty boys in nasty schools
Headmaster's breaking all the rules
Having fun and playing fools
Smashing up the woodwork tools
All the teachers in
Naughty boys in nasty schools
Headmaster's breaking all the rules
Having fun and playing fools
Smashing up the woodwork tools
All the teachers in
me and you like shit for dust
All registered by sort and then account
Come put your money where your mouth is
Swear your missus wearing them trousers
While she take off my trousers
That's just a couple more problems
To add to the couples' counselin'
Open that shit wide
Let me see how big your mouth
out the Rolls, I look like a sink (slatty)
I'm with some shooters that never blink (slatty)
These trousers that's on me hold treasury
My car ain't
they're missing out
Just try it, "trousers"
Get your mouth around it
Trousers, trousers, what a funny sound
It can make you happy and I'll show you how
Sing
to the couples' counselin'
Open that s**t wide
Let me see how big your mouth is
Goin' hard 'til I od
I'm the newest version of the old me
All my exes are old
Haa haaa i go sing song
Fighting them all just like king kong
Ring for their phone just like ding dong
Sweet for their mouth just like cheetur
Haa
Mouth an' trousers that's you
Mouth an' trousers that's you
Mouth an' trousers that's you
What you gonna do
Get your mates to help you out
But you winge
from sea
Waiting for the jolly tars in navy uniforms
And all she wants to do, my boys, is keep the Navy warm
Singing the bell bottom trousers, Coat
the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one round
I can bench-press a car, I'm an ex-football star
With degrees from both Harvard and Yale
Girls
the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one round
I can bench-press a car, I'm an ex-football star
With degrees from both Harvard and Yale
Girls
counselin'
Open that shit wide
Let me see how big your mouth is
Let me see how big your mouth is
Goin' hard 'til I OD
I'm the newest version of the old me
All
Blueberries for breakfast,
Love in the afternoon,
Butterflies in my trousers
Under the August moon...
Blueberries for breakfast,
Love in
to hate tell all your friends
And if you don't, wait until you see me again
This way I can hear it from the horse's mouth
Right then and there, we can
full of gold
Platinum in my mouth bitch
Shoot you in your face shit
Uptown gangsta bitch hundred million dollar shit
All this money ain't shit
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