Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moody!, artist - Jean Deaux.
Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Moody! |
Stay shockin' and they only seen my crew |
Bass knockin', they jockin', my five minutes take 'em two days |
Stop it, what you have? |
Tell me, will it die with you? |
Impact bulletproof, so we don’t got shit to prove |
Suwoo, on my blood, but we still gon' rock the blue too |
He call me a doll, but he don’t know that it’s voodoo |
Sippin' Stella, this my era, baby, it’s a new groove |
It’s water weight in diamonds, you could say I chew with bluetooth |
Eye spread, no illness |
I snuck up like a mistress |
We squeezin' like it’s citrus |
We ran it up like fitness |
They want us gone, so vicious |
You on the line, I finish |
It’s only been a minute |
So can I get a witness? |
OMG |
I seen her on my newsfeed, like «Who's she?» |
Scary hours, spooky |
He love me 'cause I’m moody |
Mwah, chef kiss when I’m in it, it’s a movie |
Wow, your bitch hella goin', but she bougie (Yeah, yeah) |
State property, I break in with the crew |
With my shorty from the north who attitude on Baton Rouge |
Bad and boug', I just stack it too, until I’m fat and full |
I ain’t never starved, nigga, play my cards like a fool |
Like a joker, like a jester, I’m still on her, I’m Sylvester |
I get both 'em, like a tether, I just told her, «what you tell her?» |
I say… this ain’t featherweight, we got our cheese the feta way |
And anything that come between us, that’ll be a fatal day (Yeah) |
Okay, I don’t know if you know this or not (Not) |
Like hookin' a boat to a dock (Yeah) |
She comin' back over to mines (Mines) |
Like Howie, I open the box (Box) |
She call me bae, though I am not (Not) |
They say I’m the GOAT as of now (Now) |
But I’ma be doper tomorrow (Yeah) |
OMG |
I seen her on my newsfeed, like «Who's she?» |
Scary hours, spooky |
He love me 'cause I’m moody |
Mwah, chef kiss when I’m in it, it’s a movie |
Wow, your bitch hella goin', but she bougie |
…illness |
I snuck up like a mistress |
We squeezin' like it’s citrus |
We ran it up, it’s fit… |