Mood / Mood Swings / ROCKSTAR / Toosie Slide / Rover / Candy / T-Shirt (Mashup)
Why you always in a mood?
Fuckin 'round actin' brand new
I ain't tryna tell you what to do but try to play it cool
Baby, I ain't playing by your rules
Everything looks better with a view
Shorty a lil' baddie, oeh
Shorty my lil' boo thing
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
Pistol on my hip like I'm a cop
Yah, yah, yah
Have you ever met a real metal rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, this a Glock
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
You better let me go the day you need me
Soon as you up me on that gangster, get to bustin'
Don't you wanna dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson
I could give you thug passion
It's a Thriller in the trap where we from
Baby, don't you want to dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson
I could give you satisfaction
Yeah
Shawty said she coming with her bredrins
'Cause she saw a young'in pull up in a Rover
Now she say she wanna come over
But I don't want no love
I just wanna make the mu-la-la, yeah
The mu-la-la, girl
I just wanna make the mu-la-la
Got 'em all screamin', oh la-la, yeah
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot, yeah
Mama told me
Not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
Mama told me
Not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
Fuckin 'round actin' brand new
I ain't tryna tell you what to do but try to play it cool
Baby, I ain't playing by your rules
Everything looks better with a view
Shorty a lil' baddie, oeh
Shorty my lil' boo thing
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
Pistol on my hip like I'm a cop
Yah, yah, yah
Have you ever met a real metal rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, this a Glock
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
You better let me go the day you need me
Soon as you up me on that gangster, get to bustin'
Don't you wanna dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson
I could give you thug passion
It's a Thriller in the trap where we from
Baby, don't you want to dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson
I could give you satisfaction
Yeah
Shawty said she coming with her bredrins
'Cause she saw a young'in pull up in a Rover
Now she say she wanna come over
But I don't want no love
I just wanna make the mu-la-la, yeah
The mu-la-la, girl
I just wanna make the mu-la-la
Got 'em all screamin', oh la-la, yeah
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot, yeah
Mama told me
Not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
Mama told me
Not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
Credits
Writer(s): Serrano M Gaddum, Kevin B Agyemang, Reginio Q C Doelwijt, Ritchie G N Linga, Renilhio M Linger, Demirel L Stuart
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