paroles de chanson Mood - Mel Savv

She a baddie met her at the workplace
I'm trying to fuck don't care about your first name
I'm getting money I could buy a bottle
But I want to be the only thing you sallow
You look so good why you not a model
Kill from the back now I need a towel
You let me fuck and then you went ghost
The pussy was fire the matta was gross
You call my phone when I'm on the road
When I'm back in the towns can I get in your throat
Travel the world and i meet new hoes
They let me fuck cause they know I'm gone blow
Fuck this bitch and I made a new flow
She said come through my nikka not home
Got to watch who you trust you would never know
If this bitch try to line me I'm upping my pole

Red beam on his head he thought it was a mole
Once I start flocking you better get low
She fuck with the opps still gone give me the low
She ain't shaking no hips cause she toting my g
We ain't drinking no casa we pouring up lean
Pour a six in a two now I'm in a dream
Her friend got a Chevy she kick it to me
Like damn that's the type of bitch I need
If I'm getting money we all gone eat
Like young trap nikka i'ma put on my team
Shoutout the six got shooters in queens
They get you gone for a little fee
I'm flocking bro rip Kal g
If you talk on the blazer that's who you gone meet
I don't got no friends only fucking wit my feens
He still gone cop no matter the weed