Tamara Bubble - Keep My Name Out Your Mouth Lyrics

Wait, what?
They said what about me, ewww
Nah nah nah I'm a check em
Cuz you know what, like
They see all this bubble
All this #BubbleOnDeck
All this smiling, laughing
All this kee kee
They think I'm playing, think I'm playing

If I gotta tell you one mo gin, gin
If I gotta tell you one mo gin
Ima get to slapping you
Slapping you, slapping you, like bih bih
Slapping you
Slapping you, slapping you, like bih
If you don't keep my name, name
Out your mouth
Look keep my name, name
Out your mouth
Or Ima get to slapping you
Slapping you, slapping you
In your mouth
Ima get to slapping you
Slapping you, Slapping you
In your mouth

Look let me start the clapping
Before I start this slapping
This all started back when
I first started rapping
Was a model, actress
Spitting bars for practice
Find me in these streets
Yea I be stopping traffic
Lil outfits on, looking so sexy
Big body banging like a Benz
Yea they pay me more, the Bubble seeing double
Cuz they can't stop staring at the twins
So whether you faded or wasted or you punch drunk,
Wayment, don't do nothing stupid
Like when I curve you
In my mini skirt
And cop a skrrt skrrt mood
Nigga keep it moving
Don't hop online, all gassed up
Even insinuating you had a chance
Yo when I come thru looking this good
The whole city gon wanna dance so

Don't mention me
Don't even mention it B, like for real for real
Cuz you don't know nothing about me
Other then what I tell you
And I ain't gon say it again, nigga eww
Don't mention me
Don't even mention it B
But I know you will
Cuz you don't know nothing about me
Till the worst come out me
Then your people gon be like chill, but

If I gotta tell you one mo gin, gin
If I gotta tell you one mo gin
Ima get to slapping you
Slapping you, slapping you, like bih bih
Slapping you
Slapping you, slapping you, like bih
If you don't keep my name, name
Out your mouth
Look keep my name, name
Out your mouth
Or Ima get to slapping you
Slapping you, slapping you
In your mouth
Ima get to slapping you
Slapping you, Slapping you
In your mouth

Forget what you heard about me
Know it's good things only
From the real ones
Don't deal with them fakes and phonies
That's right Ima loner,
And that don't mean I'm lonely
And no you cant come thru
Like how them groupies with drones be
Tryna film me on the low, all secretly
Like ion see your raggedy lil phones
Like I won't slap it out your hand on the ground
And have to stomp you out live for the gram
Yo I ain't ya moms
But don't get it confused
Cuz she ain't raise you right
You got me raising my tone
I know tryna get them lil views up baby
But you gotta get popping on your own
What you know about me
All you know is my flows and my clothes be right
& all the curves & holes underneath those be tight
That's why them hoes be tight
Cuz y'all been lying to em, telling them that hoe is life
Now they walls all washed, weaves are dry
But clean running water under here
We live that Moby life
Nigga like call me Ishmael
With deep pipe to make you wail
Instead I let em smell and kiss it right then and

Don't mention me
Don't even mention it B, like for real for real
Cuz you don't know nothing about me
Other then what I tell you
And I ain't gon say it again, nigga eww

If I gotta tell you one mo gin, gin
If I gotta tell you one mo gin
Ima get to slapping you
Slapping you, slapping you, like bih bih
Slapping you
Slapping you, slapping you, like bih
If you don't keep my name, name
Out your mouth
Look keep my name, name
Out your mouth