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mood swings - dcth4g lyrics

[intro]
(lil’ b*tch)

[chorus: dcth4g]
all black fit, like bruce wayne
drivin’ a bentley mulsanne
kickin’ that sh*t, like liu kang, yeah
the b*tch got mood swings
can’t f*ck with that b*tch, i’ma kick her out
got diamonds my mouth, like johnny dang
i’m doin’ that sh*t, n*gga, every day, yeah

[verse 1: dcth4g]
doin’ this sh*t, non*stop, glock in the back, pop, pop
what’s up with these n*ggas, these n*ggas my opps
f*ckin’ with me, that boy gon’ flop
the glock in the back, gon’ make him drop
what’s up with that man, that n*gga get popped
what’s up with that man, yeah
what’s up with that n*gga
glock in the back and i’m bustin’ that trigga
that n*gga a b*tch, he a cat like tigger
the gang in the back, they some apes, they gorillas
you play with the gang, got that glock and we peel em
we peelin’ that n*gga like just, bananas
the gang in the back, sippin’ drank like a fanta
the glock in the back, hit that boy, then we blam it
free og, n*gga, stuck in the slammer
so much green, i could just f*ckin’ stack it
so much hoes in the back, i’m relaxin
so much poles in the back, i’ma blast it
hop in the motherf*ckin’ skat and we active
know where the f*ck we be at, never lackin
chop in the back, eat that boy, no napkin
the glock in the back, show these n*ggas what’s brackin
[chorus: dcth4g]
all black fit, like bruce wayne
drivin’ a bentley mulsanne
kickin’ that sh*t, like liu kang, yeah
the b*tch got mood swings
can’t f*ck with that b*tch, i’ma kick her out
got diamonds my mouth, like johnny dang
i’m doin’ that sh*t, n*gga, every day, yeah

[verse 2: ynt jay]
cop me a brand new diamond chain
and a brand new whip and a diamond ring
i’m the king of this sh*t, like i’m charlemagne
if you try to run up, let the choppa hang, low
i kick through the door, man you know that i’m spazzin, i’m f*ckin’ your b*tch, in the back of the mansion
when they look at my wrist, they go blind, it’s a patek
my flow too brazy, y’all n*ggas can’t match it
f*ck your b*tch til’ i’m dead, tell the p*ssy, i’m an addict
keep the chopper on the left, i be causin’ all havoc
got a cl!cker on the glock, now i got an automatic
make a n*gga disappear, shoot him up like magic
can’t f*ck with y’all b*tches, y’all b*tches be ratchet
i’m stackin these millis, you know i’ma cash it
i got richard millies, i chase the blue billies
i’m f*ckin’ your b*tch, and i’m leavin’ her silly
like dcth4g, we don’t got no ceilings
b*tch, run it back, i’m rockin*
[outro: dcth4g & ynt jay]
all black fit, like bruce wayne
drivin’ a bentley mulsanne
i’m kickin’ this sh*t like i’m liu kang, yeah
the b*tch got mood swings
can’t f*ck with that b*tch, i’ma kick her out
got diamonds my mouth like, johnny dang

- dcth4g lyrics

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