CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Mood.

Dust off my kicks
I’mma go hop in the wraith
I wanna sip dirty Fanta
I’mma go cop me some Bape
Buy ya b*t*h clothes like I’m Santa
Girl you gonn’ hop on my face
Licking you up, I’m romantic
Keep tryna cuff I don’t date
Stuck to me like you a cancer
Shaking that ass on my face like that b*t*h be a dancer
Oooooo, shawty got me feelin’ things
I know she really f**kin with my mood
Playin’ with my head
She got me f**ked, up

f**k it see ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper
See ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper yuh

Everyday wakin’ up with a new b*t*h man I’m feelin’ so hazy
Shots of tequila, 11am that sh*t making my day
I pop me a pill cause it’s takin away all the pain like I’m aching
Hit up new girl on the gram
Yuh, I invite her to stay
Uh yuh, ya man he ain’t sh*t to me
Uh, uhhh yuh
He askin’ bout Tiffany
Uh, yuhhh yuh
I told him not to talk to me
Uh, yuhhhh yuh
Cause I be busy f**kin on his girl
She treatin’ my uh like her property
Oooooo
Shawty f**kin with my mood
Shawty f**kin with my mood
Shawty f**kin with my mood