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letra de mood swings - scorey

[intro]
(d-mn kai, you goin’ crazy!)
uh, uh

[pre-chorus: scorey]
i had a nightmare, and i woke up to a check, uh
watch how the light glare when i poke out this patek, uh
i wish you might stare at this choker ’round my neck, uh
my n-gga right there, he gon’ blow if he upset
i got

[chorus: scorey]
bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh
bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh
we just gon’ spray ’em down, we get 40 rounds when this tec spit, uh
better not play around, when them demons out, it get reckless, uh (uh, uh ,uh)
[verse 1: polo g]
slide in traffic
next day, who died, what happened?
sh-t real life, no acting
we live a life so tragic
christian dior, palm angels, he stay in his bag, uh
my drip so godly, make a atheist mad
and i might just put a body this k when it blast
like a hotel, till he check out, we gon’ stay on his ass
ride for the set, don’t disrespect it
don’t come outside with a vest, all headshots when we wet sh-t, uh
blow his mind like he impressed, we ain’t civilized we get treacherous
in the blood puddle where he slept, he get baptized with this wesson
another homicide you get stretched, now he wit’ his guys up in heaven
won’t apologize for his death, n-gga should’a died, don’t regret sh-t

[chorus: scorey]
bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh
bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh
we just gon’ spray ’em down, we get 40 rounds when this tec spit, uh
better not play around, when them demons out, it get reckless, uh
[verse 2: scorey]
back then we was crackin down on the opps
we was stacking counts on that block
steady serving hard, like patrick star, tryna make a house off that rock
catch a n-gga out of bounds, and he shot
30 put a lot of rounds in that glock
let a n-gga play around in my stopping grounds, he gon’ play around and get stomped
stand over his body, that’s a overk!ll
keep a lil’ demon by my side, because i know you will
he off the x’ but he gon’ shoot it if he sober still
them hollow tips gon’ hit his head, f-ck up his motor sk!lls, uh
slide till he wet
hit him, if he die, no regrets
and the other side ain’t a threat, really that’s just what they type on the net
caught em tryna ride in the whip we gon send a n-gga high with the jets
and that .45 like a stylish, when it shoot a guy, get him dressed

- scorey

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