Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MOOD., artist - zz. Date of issue: 02.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
MOOD. |
| Dust off my kicks |
| I’mma go hop in the wraith |
| I wanna sip dirty Fanta |
| I’mma go cop me some Bape |
| Buy ya bitch clothes like I’m Santa |
| Girl you gonn' hop on my face |
| Licking you up, I’m romantic |
| Keep tryna cuff I don’t date |
| Stuck to me like you a cancer |
| Shaking that ass on my face like that bitch be a dancer |
| Oooooo, shawty got me feelin' things |
| I know she really fuckin with my mood |
| Playin' with my head |
| She got me fucked, up |
| Fuck it see ya later, later, later |
| Get this paper, paper, paper |
| See ya later, later, later |
| Get this paper, paper, paper yuh |
| Everyday wakin' up with a new bitch man I’m feelin' so hazy |
| Shots of tequila, 11am that shit making my day |
| I pop me a pill cause it’s takin away all the pain like I’m aching |
| Hit up new girl on the gram |
| Yuh, I invite her to stay |
| Uh yuh, ya man he ain’t shit to me |
| Uh, uhhh yuh |
| He askin' bout Tiffany |
| Uh, yuhhh yuh |
| I told him not to talk to me |
| Uh, yuhhhh yuh |
| Cause I be busy fuckin on his girl |
| She treatin' my uh like her property |
| Oooooo |
| Shawty fuckin with my mood |
| Shawty fuckin with my mood |
| Shawty fuckin with my mood |
| Fuck it see ya later, later, later |
| Get this paper, paper, paper |
| See ya later, later, later |
| Get this paper, paper, paper yuh |
| I get my money in gold |
| I get my money and leave |
| I keep my wheels on the road |
| I get my money in threes |
| Audemars gotta go |
| I put my money in T’s |
| Bought a bitch some new titties |
| I put my money in D’s |
| Diamonds they sunny like D |
| Man made a wave |
| Now niggas coming with me |
| Now bitches coming with me |
| She pay for the D |
| I am not coming for free |
| I just been running and gunning these bitch niggas down |
| Trust me these niggas is clowns |
| Feel like I run the whole town |
| Just like I’m Forrest |
| Trust me young nigga is scoring |
| Tell me you niggas is boring |
| They’ll never get when I hit jeweller and cop me baguettes |
| The whip is so wet, the paint is candy, it’s foreign |
| Came in the building with the purse dealers |
| Shooters with me trynna murk niggas |
| I pulled up trynna hurt niggas |
| Even when I come in last I’m the first nigga |
| Fuck it see ya later, later, later |
| Get this paper, paper, paper |
| See ya later, later, later |
| Get this paper, paper, paper yuh |
| I was swimming |
| I was winning |
| All these women |
| Want my children |
| Cause I been been |
| Water bending |
| Make her wet wet |
| Now she drowning |
| On my way down |
| I had to buckle it down |
| Changing the sound |
| Yeah they fuck with me now |
| Gimme the guap |
| Pay me in cash or link the account |
| Niggas be mad, nothing to do but they running they mouth |
| Yeah I got bars |
| Cutting it up like a scar |
| Play with your bitch like guitar |
| She kiss me she call me a star |
| She suckin' on me in the car |
| Fuck in the back |
| She bringin' it back |
| She touchin' my sack |
| My girlie the baddest |
| Yeah she so bad like my habbits |
| Feelin' so good tho, I just gotta have it |
| She flexible, cat woman, like Zoe Kravitz |
| She look like a model, I’ll take her to Paris |
| She lookin' so good, all the girlies embarrassed |
| Yeah she’s the sexiest, there no comparison |
| Yeah this my life, ain’t bein' arrogant |
| Ballin' and Poppin', don’t care ‘bout my elegance |
| Fuck with my mood, you fuck with my element |
| Won’t really care cause your ass is irrelevant |
| Fuck it see ya later, later, later |
| Get this paper, paper, paper |
| See ya later, later, later |
| Get this paper, paper, paper yuh |