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letra de mood - d-block europe

[verse 1: dirtbike lb]
yeah, i told her “you ain’t gotta worry ’bout us”
t-house for a month (yeah)
seven pounds and its smellin’ like runtz
i know she steppin’ with us (for real)
i told the plug, “i’ma need an abundance”
flooded the city with mud (for real)
top down, but we came out the jungle
baby, it’s so different for us
eight bricks and the stick on the journey
now, he’s relyin’ on luck
i told my lady, “you’re thick and you’re curvy, baby, i’m tryna f-ck”
said you give up and these n-ggas ain’t worthy
showing you life’s a must (a must)
i told my n-gga to hang out the ride
burnin’ these opps like a furnace
this is my turn, and i’m takin’ what’s mine, mm
sick of the rap n-ggas, sick of the liеs, mm
first time when i f-ck on a perc
and i thought i didn’t likе it (like it)
the first time when she f-ck with the kid
she said “how am i like this?”

[chorus: dirtbike lb]
there ain’t no love
rose gold richard mille, ooh (rockstar)
she lovin’ my gang, she lovin’ the coupe (rockstar)
i think this money is changin’ my mood (money, changin’ my mood)
i think the money is changin’ my mood
[verse 2: young adz]
yeah, rich n-gga opinion, i got a rich n-gga opinion, yeah
deals flyin’ all winter, and i get you slimed out by a minion, yeah
hate all these n-ggas, i’m sick of ’em, yeah
wrist is one-hundred, the fl!ck of it, yeah
look at my jewels, i might shed couple tears
the come up in the bando, i shed couple years
we go ap for the time
my jordan 4’s are off-white
my eyes are lazy, i look tired
can’t explain to probation i’m high
richard mille in my white vest, uh
might put my darg to the test
i just put the tv’s in the rear
and i put some vv’s in her ear
my n-gga f-ck up the crack game
run it up like it was his career
you might think he’s a football player
in the club like he plays for the spears
oh, sh-t, i mean plays for the spurs
i run up a check and i stuck to my word
i’m telling my youngens “it’s customer first”
he left his lil’ lady and slung him a bird

[chorus: dirtbike lb]
there ain’t no love
rose gold richard mille, ooh (rockstar)
she lovin’ my gang, she lovin’ the coupe (rockstar)
i think this money is changin’ my mood (money, changin’ my mood)
i think the money is changin’ my mood
[verse 3: m huncho]
they cannot do what i do, i barely fit in this coupe
i’m feelin’ so in my bag, they cannot f-ck up my groove
i threw a wunna to steve, told him “get high on this food”
’cause i am leaving the life, i can’t be sane in this mood
i know i’m goin’ all glad, i put a price on your head
four figures, that’s less than one eighth that i put on my wrist
that’s takin’ the p-ss for real (yeah, yeah)
eight figures on the way, i’m takin’ the p-ss, for real
i’m tryna be friends with richard before all the richard milles
this money gave me all the thrills
this money made me miss some meals
this money made me keep it chill
and i planned for this sh-t
let it snow in this b-tch
boost the men from this sh-t
now, we say that we did it
we don’t ball with a limit
you a snitch, we can’t kick it
risked my life for a business
for the sake of these digits

- d block europe

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