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lirik lagu mood. – zz [ind]

[intro: zz]
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 b*tch clothes like i’m santa
girl you gonn’ hop on my face
l!cking 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 b*tch be a dancer
oooooo, shawty got me feelin’ things
i know she really f*ckin with my mood
playin’ with my head
she got me f*cked, up

[chorus: zz]
f*ck it see ya later, later, later
get this paper, paper, paper
see ya later, later, later
get this paper, paper, paper yuh

[verse 1: zz]
everyday wakin’ up with a new b*tch man i’m feelin’ so hazy
shots of tequila, 11am that sh*t 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 sh*t 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 f*ckin on his girl
she treatin’ my uh like her property
oooooo
shawty f*ckin with my mood
shawty f*ckin with my mood
shawty f*ckin with my mood
[chorus: zz]
f*ck it see ya later, later, later
get this paper, paper, paper
see ya later, later, later
get this paper, paper, paper yuh

[verse 2: guapdad 4000]
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 b*tch some new titties
i put my money in d’s
diamonds they sunny like d
man made a wave
now n*ggas coming with me
now b*tches coming with me
she pay for the d
i am not coming for free
i just been running and gunning these b*tch n*ggas down
trust me these n*ggas is clowns
feel like i run the whole town
just like i’m forrest
trust me young n*gga is scoring
tell me you n*ggas 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 n*ggas
i pulled up trynna hurt n*ggas
even when i come in last i’m the first n*gga
[chorus: zz]
f*ck it see ya later, later, later
get this paper, paper, paper
see ya later, later, later
get this paper, paper, paper yuh

[verse 3: thorii]
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 f*ck with me now
gimme the guap
pay me in cash or link the account
n*ggas be mad, nothing to do but they running they mouth

[verse 4: lil littlez]
yeah i got bars
cutting it up like a scar
play with your b*tch like guitar
she kiss me she call me a star
she suckin’ on me in the car
f*ck 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 s*xiest, there no comparison
yeah this my life, ain’t bein’ arrogant
ballin’ and poppin’, don’t care ‘bout my elegance
f*ck with my mood, you f*ck with my element
won’t really care cause your ass is irrelevant
[chorus: zz]
f*ck it see ya later, later, later
get this paper, paper, paper
see ya later, later, later
get this paper, paper, paper yuh

- zz ind

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