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lirik lagu mood belly – m waves

(intro):

ayyyy*yayyy, ayyyy*yayyyy
ayyy*woahhh, ayyyy*woahhhh
agh!
yeah
one more time, we got the vibe ‘ere
agh!

(hook):

mood belly
been airing out the liars and the soothsayers
do not try to domesticate my appetite for truth speaking (okay!)
mood belly
everyday we switching up from fools giving to them pagan gods
that be foreign, once re*educated

(post*hook):

i am still hungry for more
i am still hungry for peace
i am still hungry for more than what life offers than just cheese (okay!)
mood belly
are you famished today*day*day?
still got more off my little plate
still got more off my littlе..
(verse 1):

i could nevеr sell my soul
even if you tried auctioning
once, twice, three times
history been bartering tings
n*gga, you are my sons
i just tell these young thugs honestly
court by the trials and tribulations
i need a date out the mess
i am still hungry for more
i am still hungry for peace
i am still hungry for more than what life offers that just sins
had been hot souping for a while
endebted like it’s dal
etching out the red faces
could’ve been pakistan’ed
forget to shoutout my indian n*ggas
whatever the season might be (mumbay)
switch up the capital
i got a different desire that be full of new delis (new delhi)
no longer a glutton for pain
this life has never been sweet, running past diabetics
cause we have a type, i’m a different type

(hook):
mood belly
been airing out the liars and the soothsayers
do not try to domesticate my appetite for truth speaking (okay!)
mood belly
everyday we switching up from fools giving to them pagan gods
that be foreign, once re*educated

(post*hook):

(verse 2):

these mixtapes are for you to go and chow down, down, down
’till you purple, like bear
throwbacks to chowder
bursting that bubble, we grown into b*ttercups
we blossom straight into something, huh
i ain’t a mysogynist, but i’m rowdy ruffin’
constantly riding with bravado
forget that hunger for peace
never forgetting cooking up a chicken
n*ggas were chasing that cash cow
bando babies they were rugrats
vision at sixteen was wombatted
kick starting up a drive like a honda or hyundai
having scars from that banzai
(refrain*verse):

forget to shoutout my indian n*ggas
whatever the season might be (mumbay)
switch up the capital
i got a different desire that be full of new delis (new delhi)
no longer a glutton for pain
this life has never been sweet, running past diabetics
cause we have a type, i’m a different type

(hook):

(post*hook):

- m waves

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