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Mood

 

Mood

(álbum: No Rules 2 - 2020)


[BlueBucksClan DJ:]
This my mood, in this bitch talking shit again (Talking shit again)
BucksClan finna get this bitch lit again (Get this bitch lit)
All my niggas buy they own shit, we ain't pitching in (We ain't pitching in)
Front desk calling like, "It's hoes here," send 'em in (Romo, send 'em in)
Hundreds busting all out my joggers, I can't fit 'em in (Fit 'em in)
Big hammers in the club, damn, how you get it in? (How you get it in?)
I ain't nothing like your last dude, you ain't used to this (Yeah)
I ain't in the mood for fast food, I want Ruth Chris

[Bino Rideaux:]
I'm in that mood, I can tire you out, yeah
That's my baby, my lil', ooh
If you go against the code, better not find nothing out, yeah
If you ain't one hundred, I'm gon' lose
I got shit that we could do that's gon' vibe you out, yeah
This ain't what you used to, I'm a real one, I'm 'bout millions, I can't feel nothing

If she top five, she get Popeyes
Finna take my ratchet bitch to Mastro's
Bougie bitch important for my backbone
How you look at me do your mind wrong
This ain't what you used to
But somehow, make it ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm feeling more vulnerable
Bust it, I'm gon' beat it 'til it's loose

I'm in that mood, I can tire you out, yeah
That's my baby, my lil', ooh
If you go against the code, better not find nothing out, yeah
If you ain't one hundred, I'm gon' lose
I got shit that we could do that's gon' vibe you out, yeah
This ain't what you used to, I'm a real one, I'm 'bout millions, I can't feel nothing

[Jeeezy:]
Pull up in that S6, you ain't used to this (Used to it)
Quarantine with your bitch, we ain't doing shit (We ain't doing shit)
I be fucking niggas' hoes, yeah, I ruin shit (Yeah, I ruin shit)
She finna make me act a fool like I'm Ludacris (Act a fool)
Got the top and I ain't hit, but she used to this (Used to it)
She know she the baddest bitch, she got confidence (Yeah, you bad)
Mimosa party, all the bitches in here bottomless (Yeah, they bottomless)
I let her rip the runway, now she modeling (Now she modeling)
I can turn a weak bitch to a popping bitch (Popping bitch)
I let all my bitches fight, I ain't stopping shit (Hell nah)
Wear this Off-White once, I ain't washing it (I ain't washing it)
Blue Franks in my pocket, ain't no Washingtons (Washingtons)

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