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Droptopdre - Mood Lyrics



Droptopdre - Mood Lyrics




Niggas got me in a


Niggas got me in a


Niggas got me in a

Mood

Mood

Droptopdre y u so

Rude

Rude

Cuz i do not f*ck wit

U

U

Do less talkin pass the

Boof

Boof

Niggas got me in a

Mood

Mood

Droptopdre y u so

Rude

Rude

Cuz i do not f*ck wit

U

U

Beefin u dont gotta

Clue

Clue

Niggas got me in a


Mood

Mood

Thats the way im feelin

Doom

Doom

My hitta clap ya children

Boom

Boom

Put u thru the ceilin

Slap the dye out ya hair like we in scott pilgrim

Made me feel a type a way wit all that sneak dissin

Made me feel a type of way u niggas keep snitchin

Flash the patek in ur face my pieces keep hittin

Drop a baby on her face ya wifey keep bitchin

Issa couple things that they don't understand

Sell a couple grams then go out to japan

Im ya city gettin litty wit the fans

Keep ur perkies n ur molly n ur zans

He play tuff then tell in court that boy a scam

I will never drop a dime thats how i am

Pink mink a nigga think he killa cam

Tell them free my hittas out the can

Niggas got me in a


Mood

Mood

Droptopdre y u so

Rude

Rude

Cuz i do not f*ck wit

U

U

Do less talkin pass the

Boof

Boof

Niggas got me in a

Mood

Mood

Droptopdre y u so

Rude

Rude

Cuz i do not f*ck wit

U

U

Beefin u dont gotta

Clue

Clue

Niggas got me in a


Stash a lot a cash

In the trap wit the mag

Niggas talkin trash

Now they got me in my bag

Niggas got me in a

Stash a lot a cash

In the trap wit the mag

Niggas talkin trash

Now they got me in my bag

Niggas got me in a

Stash a lot a cash

In the trap wit the mag

Niggas talkin trash

Now they got me in my bag

Niggas got me in a

Stash a lot a cash

In the trap wit the mag

Niggas talkin trash

Now they got me in my bag

Niggas got me in a

They wanna stick me for my paper im like damn

I just want a aston martin gina pam

Bx native but i do it for the land

Have my hitta throw u in back of the van


Talkin hot on fones ill call u rite back

Say he gon do this but he not like that

F*ck his bitch i bet u he wont like that

Yea u poppin but ya music still wack


Mood

Mood

Droptopdre y u so

Rude

Rude

Cuz i do not f*ck wit

U

U

Do less talkin pass the

Boof

Boof

Niggas got me in a

Mood

Mood

Droptopdre y u so

Rude

Rude

Cuz i do not f*ck wit

U

U

Beefin u dont gotta

Clue

Clue

Niggas got me in a
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Niggas got me in a


Niggas got me in a


Niggas got me in a

Mood

Mood

Droptopdre y u so

Rude

Rude

Cuz i do not f*ck wit

U

U

Do less talkin pass the

Boof

Boof

Niggas got me in a

Mood

Mood

Droptopdre y u so

Rude

Rude

Cuz i do not f*ck wit

U

U

Beefin u dont gotta

Clue

Clue

Niggas got me in a


Mood

Mood

Thats the way im feelin

Doom

Doom

My hitta clap ya children

Boom

Boom

Put u thru the ceilin

Slap the dye out ya hair like we in scott pilgrim

Made me feel a type a way wit all that sneak dissin

Made me feel a type of way u niggas keep snitchin

Flash the patek in ur face my pieces keep hittin

Drop a baby on her face ya wifey keep bitchin

Issa couple things that they don't understand

Sell a couple grams then go out to japan

Im ya city gettin litty wit the fans

Keep ur perkies n ur molly n ur zans

He play tuff then tell in court that boy a scam

I will never drop a dime thats how i am

Pink mink a nigga think he killa cam

Tell them free my hittas out the can

Niggas got me in a


Mood

Mood

Droptopdre y u so

Rude

Rude

Cuz i do not f*ck wit

U

U

Do less talkin pass the

Boof

Boof

Niggas got me in a

Mood

Mood

Droptopdre y u so

Rude

Rude

Cuz i do not f*ck wit

U

U

Beefin u dont gotta

Clue

Clue

Niggas got me in a


Stash a lot a cash

In the trap wit the mag

Niggas talkin trash

Now they got me in my bag

Niggas got me in a

Stash a lot a cash

In the trap wit the mag

Niggas talkin trash

Now they got me in my bag

Niggas got me in a

Stash a lot a cash

In the trap wit the mag

Niggas talkin trash

Now they got me in my bag

Niggas got me in a

Stash a lot a cash

In the trap wit the mag

Niggas talkin trash

Now they got me in my bag

Niggas got me in a

They wanna stick me for my paper im like damn

I just want a aston martin gina pam

Bx native but i do it for the land

Have my hitta throw u in back of the van


Talkin hot on fones ill call u rite back

Say he gon do this but he not like that

F*ck his bitch i bet u he wont like that

Yea u poppin but ya music still wack


Mood

Mood

Droptopdre y u so

Rude

Rude

Cuz i do not f*ck wit

U

U

Do less talkin pass the

Boof

Boof

Niggas got me in a

Mood

Mood

Droptopdre y u so

Rude

Rude

Cuz i do not f*ck wit

U

U

Beefin u dont gotta

Clue

Clue

Niggas got me in a
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