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24kgoldn - mood (remix 2) (6 minutes remix) - prod. bad dude lyrics

[intro: 24kgoldn]
oh*oh*oh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

[chorus: 24kgoldn]
why you always in a mood? f*ckin’ ’round, actin’ brand new
i ain’t tryna tell you what to do, but try to play it cool
baby, i ain’t playing by your rules
everything look better with a view
why you always in a mood? f*ckin’ ’round, actin’ brand new
i ain’t tryna tell you what to do, but try to play it cool
baby, i ain’t playing by your rules
everything look better with a view, yeah
[verse 1: iann dior]
i could never get attached
when i start to feel, i unattach
somehow i always end up feeling bad
baby, i am not your dad, it’s not all you want from me
i just want your company
girl, it’s obvious, elephant in the room
and we’re a part of it, don’t act so confused
and you love startin’ it, now i’m in a mood
now we arguin’ in my bedroom

[pre*chorus: iann dior]
we play games of love to avoid the depression
we been here before and i won’t be your victim

[verse 2: 24kgoldn]
so why you tryin’ to fake your love on the regular
when you could be blowin’ up just like my cellular?
i won’t ever let a shorty go and set me up
only thing i need to know is if you wet enough
i’m talking sl!ck back, kick back, gang sippin’ fourties
you keep playin’, not another day with you, shorty
mismatched fits, that was way before you know me
got a lot of love, well, you better save it for me
[pre*chorus: iann dior, iann dior & 24kgoldn]
we play games of love to avoid the depression
we been here before and i won’t be your victim

[verse 3: justin bieber]
you’ve been in a mood, you’ve been givin’ h*lla attitude
what i gotta do to get through to ya?
i can never lose you
baby spend a night out on the town like we used to
we could sit around, watch funny sh*t on youtube
i know at times i can have a couple screws loose
i’m tryna connect to your body, girl, like it’s bluetooth
you know what i mean, you know what i need

[pre*chorus: iann dior]
we play games of love to avoid the depression
we been here before and i won’t be your victim
[chorus: 24kgoldn]
why you always in a mood? f*ckin’ ’round, actin’ brand new
i ain’t tryna tell you what to do, but try to play it cool
baby, i ain’t playing by your rules
everything look better with a view, yeah
why you always in a mood? f*ckin’ ’round, actin’ brand new
i ain’t tryna tell you what to do, but try to play it cool
baby, i ain’t playing by your rules
everything look better with a view, yeah

[verse 4: post malone]
hunnid and twenty, come catch me
forties inside of my belly
shouldn’t be drivin’, i’m faded (skrt, yeah)
rock that nirvana, my favorite
d*mn, i forgot what her name is
she in the front seat, head*bangin’
yeah, money counter sound somethin’ like a chopper, chopper
speaker system bumpin’, f*ck your f*ckin’ block up
used to mock him, now it’s custom bentley mock*ups
k!ller drop, a call from lockup
if you buy that echo, why you lyin’? you broke
got a nine in my tote, get you smoked like a stoge
keep on ridin’ my coat, your new sh*t is a joke
why you bitin’ my flows? what you tryna be, post?

[verse 5: lil peep]
pulled up with my whole team
mackned swervin’ in a white beam’, yeah
gothboiclique, tryna stay clean, yeah
gothboiclique, we got big dreams
and my new b*tch, on a movie screen
and my old b*tch, she a groupie teen
yeah, i break hearts, i’m with cold hart
i’m with horse head, whip it like a nascar, yeah
wicca phase task force, yeah
baby, you get what you ask for
wicca phase task force, yeah
baby, you get what you ask for, yeah

[verse 6: big l]
ayo, i shoulda been out
i’m deadly when i pull the pen out
keep frontin’, i’ma try yo’ chin out
i knocked a lot of men out
i left ’em on the floor spittin’ phlegm out
it’s either that or i’ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out
you see corleone, ice spinnin’, jigged out, white linen
and if a b*tch don’t like me she must like women
every time i come around you see your wife grinnin’
don’t be mad ’cause yo’ career’s in the ninth innin’
it’s over now, n*gga, leave the game
i’m from the danger zone where emcees get slain
where thugs’ll never hesitate to squeeze the flame
where n*ggas be takin’ drugs just to ease the pain

[verse 7: eazy*e]
1,2,3, and to the 4
eazy m*th*f*ckin’ e
with the chrome to your dome
cruisin’ in my ’64 rag top
i got a lot of juice
a lot of f*ckin’ block
now when i hit that switch i’m bouncin’
more bounce to the ounce
and i’m clownin’
keep the gat in my lap
cuz i’m fully strapped
for the car jackers
f*ck no hapsters
i pack a tech*9
plus a ak*47
send a one way ticket to my h*ll
or maybe heaven, peep
n*gga i don’t sleep
bury m*th*f*ckas in the concrete
you try creep kinda slow in a astro
but i peep you n*ggas out in my left window
so i blast and i blast til i blast no mo
yo, they call a m*th*f*cka john doe

- prod bad dude lyrics

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