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letra de mood swings - dcth4g

[intro]
(lil’ b-tch)

[chorus: dcth4g]
all black fit, like bruce wayne
drivin’ a bentley mulsanne
kickin’ that sh-t, like liu kang, yeah
the b-tch got mood swings
can’t f-ck with that b-tch, i’ma kick her out
got diamonds my mouth, like johnny dang
i’m doin’ that sh-t, n-gga, every day, yeah

[verse 1: dcth4g]
doin’ this sh-t, non-stop, glock in the back, pop, pop
what’s up with these n-ggas, these n-ggas my opps
f-ckin’ with me, that boy gon’ flop
the glock in the back, gon’ make him drop
what’s up with that man, that n-gga get popped
what’s up with that man, yeah
what’s up with that n-gga
glock in the back and i’m bustin’ that trigga
that n-gga a b-tch, he a cat like tigger
the gang in the back, they some apes, they gorillas
you play with the gang, got that glock and we peel em
we peelin’ that n-gga like just, bananas
the gang in the back, sippin’ drank like a fanta
the glock in the back, hit that boy, then we blam it
free og, n-gga, stuck in the slammer
so much green, i could just f-ckin’ stack it
so much hoes in the back, i’m relaxin
so much poles in the back, i’ma blast it
hop in the motherf-ckin’ skat and we active
know where the f-ck we be at, never lackin
chop in the back, eat that boy, no napkin
the glock in the back, show these n-ggas what’s brackin
[chorus: dcth4g]
all black fit, like bruce wayne
drivin’ a bentley mulsanne
kickin’ that sh-t, like liu kang, yeah
the b-tch got mood swings
can’t f-ck with that b-tch, i’ma kick her out
got diamonds my mouth, like johnny dang
i’m doin’ that sh-t, n-gga, every day, yeah

[verse 2: ynt jay]
cop me a brand new diamond chain
and a brand new whip and a diamond ring
i’m the king of this sh-t, like i’m charlemagne
if you try to run up, let the choppa hang, low
i kick through the door, man you know that i’m spazzin, i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch, in the back of the mansion
when they look at my wrist, they go blind, it’s a patek
my flow too brazy, y’all n-ggas can’t match it
f-ck your b-tch til’ i’m dead, tell the p-ssy, i’m an addict
keep the chopper on the left, i be causin’ all havoc
got a cl!cker on the glock, now i got an automatic
make a n-gga disappear, shoot him up like magic
can’t f-ck with y’all b-tches, y’all b-tches be ratchet
i’m stackin these millis, you know i’ma cash it
i got richard millies, i chase the blue billies
i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch, and i’m leavin’ her silly
like dcth4g, we don’t got no ceilings
b-tch, run it back, i’m rockin-
[outro: dcth4g & ynt jay]
all black fit, like bruce wayne
drivin’ a bentley mulsanne
i’m kickin’ this sh-t like i’m liu kang, yeah
the b-tch got mood swings
can’t f-ck with that b-tch, i’ma kick her out
got diamonds my mouth like, johnny dang

- dcth4g

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