Chynna - mood текст песни

Текст песни mood - Chynna



Walk through the port with it, might smoke a ′Port in it
Snuck into court with it, slugs, fuck a fort
Plug on the porch bitchin', drugs my support system
Love you, but don′t miss it, not when I snort
Call me lil' corpse, losin' my mind
Eight ball tucked in my Forces, the ball′s in my court
Make ′em play horse, need I say more?
Ain't no need for remorse, you can′t copy this course
Just keep that shit short
Never read the report, I just went ghost
Fresh off the boat with it, I had to go get it
Carry the load
Gun always loaded, I'm doing the most
Gettin′ the bread, I think I'll make a toast
Tour on vacation, perform in my robe
Ready to go
Kicked out of Paris, I kick back in Rome like
Mood
I get the euros and then I go home like mood
I met your daddy and made him my own like too
Left him in Cali, he called me a bastard, it′s true
Mood
I see the obvious
I got a problem and I get on top of it
Pocket got rocket ships
Profit, a lot of it
That's why they call me, I always get out of it
Niggas is counterfeit, damn
I hate to see it, but I love the sound of it
Stay with the weed, love to flip pounds of it
Pray for a seed, don't get around to it
When it come down to it
I′m just too evil, I won′t amount to shit
I don't like people, can′t talk me out of it either
I just don't see it, believe if I dream it
But fake still a weakness, so never mind
Playin′ for keeps 'cause it′s never mine
Play with my nina, it's hammer time
Lay with a singer, he Catalan
Dame un beso, collectin' the queso like
Mood
I get the euros and then I go home like mood
I met your daddy and made him my own like too
Left him in Cali, he called me a bastard, it′s true
Mood
Mood
I get the euros and then I go home like mood
I met your daddy and made him my own like too
Left him in Cali, he called me a bastard, it′s true



Авторы: 48thst, Chynna Rogers


Chynna - mood - Single
Альбом mood - Single
дата релиза
18-11-2019

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