Mood

Fuck that job!
bitch i been scamming ever since.
If that don't work then i'ma drop on a brick.
If i buy ten he better front a nigga six.
If he say no we gotta take a nigga shit.
Bitch so hood she got a trap house demeanor.
Bitch so thick she got more ass then serena.
Pop this perc i'm going harder then a Beatles.
Bitch be lion she fell in love with a cheetah.
Hold on! Hit the switch, dim the lights.
Coupe look better with the top off.
Parked the whip in the dark!
give me head with my socks off.

What you tell em?
Spin the block on a opp take the head off a nigga like a coupe.
Could've did by myself i said fuck it, it look better in a group.
Keep that pussy, keep ya feelings in a box
i ain't rocking with a swoop.
If i told that love you, i was playing i was tryna set the mood.

Take a bitch to telly like her fuck all my dawgs i'm a playa.
Ran it up got them racks
then dem pussy niggas started bringing favors.
We got pressure grab the sticks
we gone pull up on dem niggas like the mayor.
Aint no I in this team if i got it bitch we ball like the lakers.
Give me the loot
I ain't worried bout no nigga cus my partner them gone shoot.
I wake up chasing paper just to put the whole gang in the mood.

What you tell em?
Spin the block on a opp take the head off a nigga like a coupe.
Could've did by myself i said fuck it, it look better in a group.
Keep that pussy, keep ya feelings in a box
I ain't rocking with a swoop.
If i told that love you, i was playing i was tryna set the mood.



Credits
Writer(s): Terry Swain
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