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letra de inna mood - king.kid

(hook)
in a mood where everybody in this b-tch can get shot
spin the block, make sure the bullets match the bodies that drop
freddy kruger mask on, nightmare of the block
sitting on the window, hold it sideways and pop
glock 40 hit ya first, know that’ll lay ya ass out
then choppers slice that vegetable like i’ma cook for the house
you ain’t real as you proclaim, the f-ck you talking about?
if you really getting money, where ya chartered accounts?
you ain’t never had it locked, you had a part in ya scalp
she won’t let me pull her hair cause it ain’t part of her scalp
she be jumping to conclusions, i just jump in her mouth
she gon’ let my n-ggas in and we gon’ trap on her couch

(verse)
slit ya throat for nothing less than what you arguing bout
the-dream of throwing you in a bag is fabolous now
put his fingers in a box and take the jack from his spouse
before we wind up with a charge like over drawing accounts
i’m the rude n-gga, aka the mood k!ller
move n-gga, you broke n-ggas gon’ let the tools fix ya
type in food fights, know you wouldn’t bust a fruit n-gga
who are you n-gga? you dude kisser, boot-l!cker
whoop n-gga to my ru n-ggas, my blue n-ggas
just know i see you n-ggas, i’m cool wit ya
g’z up in this b-tch, yours too n-gga
truth n-gga, you don’t want them after you n-gga
we take hands for offers like auctions
short point is we shoot like ty lawson
nozzle like a flute and the hollows the play the organs
n-ggas surround you, look like we lowering your coffin
no conscience, no problem, no bargains
lay you in street, no dodging, might charge em
no weapon on him, still might disarm him
moms scream morning time, we front lawned him
(hook)
in a mood where everybody in this b-tch can get shot
spin the block, make sure the bullets match the bodies that drop
freddy kruger mask on, nightmare of the block
sitting on the window, hold it sideways and pop
glock 40 hit ya first, know that’ll lay ya ass out
then choppers slice that vegetable like i’ma cook for the house
you ain’t real as you proclaim, so f-ck you talking about?
if you really getting money, where ya chartered accounts?
you ain’t never had it locked, you had a part in ya scalp
she won’t let me pull her hair cause it ain’t part of her scalp
she be jumping to conclusions, i just jump in her mouth
she gon’ let my n-ggas in and we gon’ trap on her couch

- king kid

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