Pop Smoke - Mood Swings (feat. Lil Tjay & Summer Walker) [Remi...

Oh, you ain't know I could sing? (Oh, oh, oh)
Ha-ha-ha (yeah)

Shorty a lil' baddie
Shorty my lil' boo thing
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings

Ballerina tip, keep a tight grip on it
That's my dick when I want it
But, boy, you give me head
Make me wanna treat you like a broke nigga
Always end up with the wrong niggas

Yeah, and that's a tip for seven, nah, nah, nah
Slim, thick, with a slick mouth talkin', "Rah, rah, rah"
Prolly coulda had a couple dreams runnin' 'round
If I was tryna settle down, young bitches on the prowl
Gettin' bread and some more, gettin' head and some more
Gotta keep it on go, 'cause the pussy don't talk control, oh, oh

Shorty a lil' baddie
Call me his lil' boo thing
Know I got the fatty
That's why I be catchin' mood swings
Never let him hit without a rubber
Unless he more than a lover
And I kept it undercover
'Cause I don't kiss and tell

Every time I fuck, she call me daddy (hahaha)
My lil' mama nasty (nasty)
I see the pussy through the panties (whatever you want)
She taste like candy (oh)
She a queen, like Nefertiti



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