Payzant - Mood Swings (feat. Shorty) Lyrics

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Moving like a bandit
You don't need get involved
I been using all my manners
I been getting shit resolved
I been using what I'm taught
I been thinking with my heart
Moving different with this art
I'm the villain on the farm
Whip into the game
All you will see is the mark
All you pussys play the part
Like your auditioning on broadway
Get your validation
Through the motherf*cking hardway
Vibin in the drive
With a spliff on a calm day
No promises
I'm the shit but I do stain
Hear me when you see me
Cause my wallet is just loose change
That's the way we do thangs
Lookin for some poon-tang
In my f*cking mood swings

I think they want it
How I spit it
When I'm blunted
Know I rip em
When confronted
Swear I'm with it
If you want it
Your mother should have aborted
Your ego out of proportion
Swear to god I'm out in orbit
I'm hanging out with the Martians
They thinking my rhymes the bombest
I'm thinking they might be right
I'm explicit like nick at nite
When I rip shit
I'm causing fright
Swear I'm lifted
Up in the sky
Even your bitch between my thighs
I'm hitting switches with the vibes
Never one to apologize
Give a f*ck about cuttin ties
You know I'm chillin on the dolo
Wearing coogi
Or wearing polo
I'll f*ck they ass up in slo-mo
That's a promise if you don't know
Flow the hottest in the cosmos
Heart the coldest, hypothermo
Deez nuts I'm holding
Be stone yo
This pro-bono
Free game
I snatch chains
From these whack lames
I'm so flame
When I spit game
I give they bitches back pain
So you really wanna test me
Just to see how we do
No motherf*cker ever best me
The f*ck different bout you
Ain't shit
You basic
I'm in the spaceship
I'm crossing the finish line
You just started the race bitch
What you got to say bitch
Prolly nothing
Everything flying up out of your mouth, clearly fronting
Shut your bitch ass up before I close it
Rhyme to kill motherf*ckers
Give a f*ck bout who the dopest
Ayo hold this
I'm boutta go in
Off the top with no pen
Klonopin poppin' again
The moccasin spittin toxic again
Hide your wife
Hide your kids
Im outta pocket
With it
Gonna knock em
Sock em
And definitely gon shock em
With it
Real ones rockin with it
Fake ones talkin that shit
Get off my dick, punk bitch
You ain't dope as the kid
I spit sick when I'm holding my dick
You little shit
I'll split your wig
While your homies record the shit
You think it's funny, till it's not
Watch me run up on your block
Cover the cement
With your thoughts
Five shots up out my clock
Okay, Okay, Okay
Yeah, I'm usually chilling
I can be the good guy
But you know I'm really a villain
These other bustas too sweet
You know I'm cavity filling
Plus they mad shit weak
Give a f*ck bout how they feeling