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Moodyy - LIKE US (feat. Bad Karma) Lyrics



Moodyy - LIKE US (feat. Bad Karma) Lyrics




Uh,
Pruvaw iwaqfuna u wasalna hawnekk
Kont rieqed u qbistom ed jajtu daqsekk
Moodyy and Karma they killin' this track
Inti suldat, lil bitch we some VETS (uh)

Everybody countin up bands
I count losses then triple my wins
Okay
Anybody else? Show of hands
Raise that hand but don't show em your hand
Okay
Keepin my cards locked in
Poker face, poker voice, poker ass out
Okay
Shawty tryna f*ck, no man
I ain't show her no love
I just let it pan out
Yeah
Tell me whatcha wanna do
F*ck around and cop a couple groupies
It ain't nothin new
Touch up on her chest she just a pawn and I been makin moves
Shawty tryna have a couple babies
I'm just tryna screw
F*ck it
Yeah
Spent more on myself than on the bills
I'm self invested
I don't give a f*ck about the Twitter beef
And IG mentions
I been cuttin people off
You cut em off
They act pretentious
Me and Moodyy chillin' at the top of the building
I'll do a flip off of the roof we runnin like Gotham villains
Bitch I ain't gonna stop until I'm f*ckin swimmin' in millions
I been Pro-choice with all these rappers
Kill em off like some children
Cuz you a fetus
And I'm Jesus
Truly truly the illest
But you won't cross me up like Christ
You send a diss i'ma kill it
I'm like a cat to all these mice
You f*ckers cheesy, barilla
You f*ckers bend when it gets wet
You chill with bitches, vanilla

On god, You ain't got it like me
If you get lost, Better step lightly
I just see red like the good Hi-C
I just see red, Bloodstream, IV
Yeah, Uh
Flow leave 'em dead
White boy steppin'
Like the Michelin man
Haters they dread it
Pipe down, get canned
Haters they dread it
Pipe down get canned

Skrtt,
Niġri Ferrari, dan il-parolli bannali
Kemm pruvaw iwaqqawni, risposta li tajtom kienet waħda fattali (hah)
Żomm naqa' f'moħħok li mintix ha tweġġani
Siħbi ed taħli ħinnek ir-rap Malti fuq-dari
Taħseb ma nasalx, mela ejja u pruvani
Inżomm daqxejn kwiet sakemm int tisfidani
Hah, nitla fuq is-stage ngħix dak kollu li jien ħlomt
Nara l-sieħbi jikbi, għidtlu is-suċċess mhux bogħod
Kif wasalt hawnhekk? Ngħidlekk għax żammejt sodd
Jekk mgħandek xejn xtofri mela żomm naqa' bogħod
(Uh huh)
(Hold up, lemme switch it up)

Yeah they call me Moodyy, and in Malta i'm the G.O.A.T
Got bitches goin' crazy for the way I rap my songs
Just got in the game and they thinkin' i'm a bomb threat
I really went to war, I ain't get no Vietnam check (uh)
(Hold on, hold on, i'm boutta go crazy on this bitch, what the f*ck)

On god you ain't got it like us
Me and Karma goated, you think you can fight us?
On god you ain't got it like us
Yeah i'm f*cking crazy
There's no soul in can trust (uh huh)

If Karma want help, i'ma hop on that plane though
Lil bitch i'm f*cking twisted better watch what you claim ho
Might need four hands to count the homies I love
I don't even need to count the ones I trust
Yeah I started doing good and they all switched up
Everybody claim they real, but they fake as f*ck (uh huh)

On god you ain't got it like us
On god you ain't got it like us
On god you ain't got it like us
On god you ain't got it like us
Lil bitch, haha
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English

Uh,
Pruvaw iwaqfuna u wasalna hawnekk
Kont rieqed u qbistom ed jajtu daqsekk
Moodyy and Karma they killin' this track
Inti suldat, lil bitch we some VETS (uh)

Everybody countin up bands
I count losses then triple my wins
Okay
Anybody else? Show of hands
Raise that hand but don't show em your hand
Okay
Keepin my cards locked in
Poker face, poker voice, poker ass out
Okay
Shawty tryna f*ck, no man
I ain't show her no love
I just let it pan out
Yeah
Tell me whatcha wanna do
F*ck around and cop a couple groupies
It ain't nothin new
Touch up on her chest she just a pawn and I been makin moves
Shawty tryna have a couple babies
I'm just tryna screw
F*ck it
Yeah
Spent more on myself than on the bills
I'm self invested
I don't give a f*ck about the Twitter beef
And IG mentions
I been cuttin people off
You cut em off
They act pretentious
Me and Moodyy chillin' at the top of the building
I'll do a flip off of the roof we runnin like Gotham villains
Bitch I ain't gonna stop until I'm f*ckin swimmin' in millions
I been Pro-choice with all these rappers
Kill em off like some children
Cuz you a fetus
And I'm Jesus
Truly truly the illest
But you won't cross me up like Christ
You send a diss i'ma kill it
I'm like a cat to all these mice
You f*ckers cheesy, barilla
You f*ckers bend when it gets wet
You chill with bitches, vanilla

On god, You ain't got it like me
If you get lost, Better step lightly
I just see red like the good Hi-C
I just see red, Bloodstream, IV
Yeah, Uh
Flow leave 'em dead
White boy steppin'
Like the Michelin man
Haters they dread it
Pipe down, get canned
Haters they dread it
Pipe down get canned

Skrtt,
Niġri Ferrari, dan il-parolli bannali
Kemm pruvaw iwaqqawni, risposta li tajtom kienet waħda fattali (hah)
Żomm naqa' f'moħħok li mintix ha tweġġani
Siħbi ed taħli ħinnek ir-rap Malti fuq-dari
Taħseb ma nasalx, mela ejja u pruvani
Inżomm daqxejn kwiet sakemm int tisfidani
Hah, nitla fuq is-stage ngħix dak kollu li jien ħlomt
Nara l-sieħbi jikbi, għidtlu is-suċċess mhux bogħod
Kif wasalt hawnhekk? Ngħidlekk għax żammejt sodd
Jekk mgħandek xejn xtofri mela żomm naqa' bogħod
(Uh huh)
(Hold up, lemme switch it up)

Yeah they call me Moodyy, and in Malta i'm the G.O.A.T
Got bitches goin' crazy for the way I rap my songs
Just got in the game and they thinkin' i'm a bomb threat
I really went to war, I ain't get no Vietnam check (uh)
(Hold on, hold on, i'm boutta go crazy on this bitch, what the f*ck)

On god you ain't got it like us
Me and Karma goated, you think you can fight us?
On god you ain't got it like us
Yeah i'm f*cking crazy
There's no soul in can trust (uh huh)

If Karma want help, i'ma hop on that plane though
Lil bitch i'm f*cking twisted better watch what you claim ho
Might need four hands to count the homies I love
I don't even need to count the ones I trust
Yeah I started doing good and they all switched up
Everybody claim they real, but they fake as f*ck (uh huh)

On god you ain't got it like us
On god you ain't got it like us
On god you ain't got it like us
On god you ain't got it like us
Lil bitch, haha
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Writer: Franik Busuttil, Jonah Battaglia
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Performed By: Moodyy
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Franik Busuttil, Jonah Battaglia
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