mood - bluebucksclan lyrics
[verse 1: bluebucksclan dj]
this my mood, in this b*tch talkin’ sh*t again (talkin’ sh*t again)
bucksclan finna get this b*tch lit again (get this b*tch lit)
all my n*ggas buy they own sh*t, we ain’t pitchin’ in (we ain’t pitchin’ in)
front desk callin’ like, “it’s hoes here,” send ’em in (romo, send ’em in)
hundreds bustin’ all out my joggers, i can’t fit ’em in (fit ’em in)
big hammers in the club, d*mn, how you get it in? (how you get it in?)
i ain’t nothin’ like your last dude, you ain’t used to this (yeah)
i ain’t in the mood for fast food, i want ruth chris
[chorus: bino rideaux]
i’m in that mood, i can tire you out, yeah
that’s my baby, my lil’, ooh
if you go against the code, better not find nothin’ out, yeah
if you ain’t one hundred, i’m gon’ lose
i got sh*t that we could do that’s gon’ vibe you out, yeah
this ain’t what you used to, i’m a real one, i’m ’bout millions, i can’t feel nothin’
[verse 2: bino rideaux]
if she top five, she get popeyes
finna take my ratchet b*tch to mastro’s
bougie b*tch important for my backbone
how you look at me do your mind wrong
this ain’t what you used to
but somehow, make it it ooh, ooh, ooh
i’m feeling more vulnerable
bust it, i’m gon’ beat it ’til it’s loose
[chorus: bino rideaux]
i’m in that mood, i can tire you out, yeah
that’s my baby, my lil’, ooh
if you go against the code, better not find nothin’ out, yeah
if you ain’t one hundred, i’m gon’ lose
i got sh*t that we could do that’s gon’ vibe you out, yeah
this ain’t what you used to, i’m a real one, i’m ’bout millions, i can’t feel nothin’
[verse 3: jeeezy]
pull up in that s6, you ain’t used to this (used to it)
quarantine with your b*tch, we ain’t doin’ sh*t (we ain’t doin’ sh*t)
i be f*ckin’ n*ggas’ hoes, yeah, i ruin sh*t (yeah, i ruin sh*t)
she finna make me act a fool like i’m ludacris (act a fool)
got the top and i ain’t hit, but she used to this (used to it)
she know she the baddest b*tch, she got confidence (yeah, you bad)
mimosa party, all the b*tches in here bottomless (yeah, they bottomless)
i let her rip the runway, now she modeling (now she modeling)
i can turn a weak b*tch to a poppin’ b*tch (poppin’ b*tch)
i let all my b*tches fight, i ain’t stoppin’ sh*t (h*ll nah)
wear this off*white once, i ain’t washin’ it (i ain’t washin’ it)
blue franks in my pocket, ain’t no washingtons (washingtons)
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