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Mood Lyrics by Spliffy Mars

2020

(hook)
I just cracked me a seal thank god I dont pop no pills
She wanna goon a thrill pop a x pill
I fuck on my ex still
I gotta new Glock imma go on a drill
Young nigga headed to the top
I ain't finna stop till a nigga make a mill
She wanna go to Brazil
That bitch she geekin she poppin a pill
She wanna fuck right now she dont wanna chill
I got some military straps on me like a navy seal
Told my baby imma kill told my baby ima spill a nigga
Spill his guts on the floor
(verse)
Pull up on that nigga block imma wet it up
All my niggas they going to war
When it come to war time all yall young niggas
Better go and check the score
Go in through the backdoor we gon cause a uproar
Get up on the floor
I want that money gallore
I might just fuck on your whore
You was my brother till the end i swore
Then you turned your back on me Therefore
Imma run in through your door
We came up different from each other
You ain follow protocall
I was down bad up in the dirt
To the top a young nigga had to crawl
Imma get the bag and buy it all
She fuck with me now cus i know how to ball
Yeah we started off small
Young nigga i wanna be tall
Ima just get the bag and buy it all
Ima just get the bag and buy it all
You not my kin you wasn't in the trenches
With a young nigga not my fault yeah
Diamonds hitting whats the cost yeah
100 thousand thats my cost yeah
Young nigga Imma Boss yeah
Young nigga imma boss yeah
Ball on that hoe Pau Gasol
I jump in that bitch like a cannon ball
Hittin that bitch like a baseball
I was her best nigga overall
Almost gto caught up thats a close call\
She addicted to dick like some alchohol
You not the cool kid odball
Draggin her round like a ragdoll
(hook)
I just cracked me a seal thank god I dont pop no pills
She wanna goon a thrill pop a x pill
I fuck on my ex still
I gotta new Glock imma go on a drill
Young nigga headed to the top
I ain't finna stop till a nigga make a mill
She wanna go to Brazil
That bitch she geekin she poppin a pill
She wanna fuck right now she dont wanna chill
I got some military straps on me like a navy seal
Told my baby imma kill told my baby ima spill a nigga
Spill his guts on the floor
(Outro)
{phone call with girlfriend}
Credits
Spliffy Mars

Spliffy Mars

About “Mood” by Spliffy Mars

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