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letra de pinocchio - mood

[intro: the mood]
i can’t tell it, uh
i can’t tell a lie, ayy (skrrt, what?)
i can’t tell it (loesoe goin’ crazy)
i won’t tell a (slatt)

[chorus: the mood & iann dior]
i can’t tell a lie (y’dig), uh, i got gucci shirt on
and it cost a lot, yeah, i couldn’t tell a lie (no)
i won’t tell a soul (no), and these n-ggas jealous, yeah
i think it’s ’cause they broke, i’m flexing in margielas, yeah
i’m takin’ all the hoes
ooh, yeah, she bad, yeah, front row at the show
yeah, we at the telly, if she ain’t gon’ f-ck, then we can’t go, ooh
and my drip is too exquisite (yeah-yeah, ooh), yeah
and i’m f-ckin’ on his ho, i’m in her throat (yeah)
[verse 1: iann dior]
i can’t trust a soul (nah)
ice, it turned me cold (rah)
they gon’ bite the flow, whoa (whoa)
pull up to the show (mmm)
xanny’ll make you r-t-rded (yeah)
i’ma just push it to start it (skrrt)
hop in the whip, takin’ off like a rocket
trust, won’t do that with no one, no, not often (y’dig?)
and we makin’ moves (yeah)
look at how i move
don’t talk often, but she comin’ through
what we finna do?
hop in it, i splash (splash)
run it like a track
[?]
i spent it and make it back ([?])

[chorus: the mood]
i can’t tell a lie (y’dig), uh, i got gucci shirt on
and it cost a lot, yeah, i couldn’t tell a lie (c’mon)
i won’t tell a soul (no), and these n-ggas jealous, yeah
i think it’s ’cause they broke, i’m flexing in margielas, yeah
i’m takin’ all the hoes
ooh, yeah, she bad, yeah, front row at the show
yeah, we at the telly, if she ain’t gon’ f-ck, then we can’t go, ooh (yeah)
and my drip is too exquisite, yeah (ooh, ooh)
ya know, yeah (yeah, uh)
[verse 2; the mood]
green slime air force 1s look like michelangelo (ooh)
fell asleep off some [?], spill some lean all on my coat (ooh, ooh, ooh)
i can’t do my peace inside of this, even then, i won’t go, yeah (ooh)
b-tch, i aim this mop all at his head like he the floor, yeah
b-tch, designated drivin’, need to take me home
big racks, yeah, hundreds in my pocket make ’em bold
yeah, big backwoods so exotic it make me choke
yeah, b-tch, i’m high as f-ck, i’m on this plane, i forgot where i was goin’ (what?)

- mood

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