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notinthemoodtoday - joey trap lyrics

[intro]
the crimson chin?
excuse me
you a b*tch, you a b*tch
ya’ mama a b*tch and ya’ daddy’s a b*tch

[verse 1: kxllswxtch]
when i’m in the p*ssy, go dumb, autistic
bob the builder, if he got a problem, i fix it
your b*tch like nintendo, when she bored, she switch d*cks
sneak dissing on me, that’s 4, 5, 6 feet under you lay
my b*tch speak spanish, ride d*ck, andale
he think he hard, well that’s up for debate
i’ll beat your ass f*ck around, catch a case

[chorus 1: kxllswxtch]
i am not in the mood today
jesus christ, i might break your b*tches knees tonight
i don’t think you really need your life
knock him off and now he see the light
everybody wanna bug me, no lice
black and white, i got it like zebra stripes
exterminate rats, k!ll all mice
nilla color whip with two ho’s inside
oh, that’s nice
[verse 2: kxllswxtch]
dagger, like peter pan
all i can see is red
tattle strangler van d*mn, i beat a man
i did not ask you
so why are you speaking then?
jehovah witness pop up at your street address
triple z, i make him snooze
play with it, you meet your doom
i think i’m going insane, talking to walls in my room
pull up 8 6, like i’m takami tak*mi
drop top the roof, she drop top on me, top on me
i say that you boys be p*ssy with honesty
put my d*ck in her, like tampons, she waddling
pull up, hit him with the ba*da*boom, ba*da*bing
these b*tches wishy washy t**ter*tottering
you ride with snitches, just like harry potter be
opposite of even, y’all be so odd to me

[verse 3: joey trap]
molding my b*tch out the pot, call it pottery
look at me once, seem like i hit the lottery
don’t let me suck ya’ toes, b*tch, then you not a freak
told ya’ b*tch i’ll hit ya’ face if you lie to me
ayy, ayy, b*tch
my sh*t sharp, like beyblades, b*tch
my sh*t dark, like bébé’s kids
y’all just bark ’cause you can’t fade, b*tch
hit the nay nay, b*tch
my chopper gon’ make a n*gga hit the soulja boy
i’m picture perfect, n*gga, like a polaroid
please do not call me bro ’cause i am not yo’ boy
play with the glocky, n*gga, no it’s not a toy
b*tch i rock bape sh*t, less hilfiger
she gon’ f*ck with me ’cause i’m that n*gga
she gon’ suck my d*ck and then you kiss her
if you wanna stare, then take a picture
red lean look like cliiiford
reptile seats, like lizzard
big fat blunts, like lizzo
flip big bricks, like wizard
big iced up, like blizzard
rich like richard, d*ck like richard
i got richer then she said my d*ck got bigger
[chorus 2: kxllswxtch]
i’m not in the mood today
jesus christ, i’ma break ya’ b*tches knees tonight
guess you finna need a visa, right?
f*ck a wedding, i don’t need a wife
that’s why i don’t cuff a foreign b*tch
rather pull up with a boring b*tch
wanna f*ck me ’cause i’m touring sh*t
she get freaky under doors and sh*t

[verse 4: kxllswxtch]
um, uh, uh
she said my d*ck is the bomb
but it can’t fit in her palm
i hit your b*tch in her thong
after i f*ck, i’ma smoke on a bong
i’m not in the mood today
i’m not in the mood

- joey trap lyrics

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