Thursday, August 13, 2020

Sd Muni – What A Mood Lyrics

Sd Muni – What A Mood Lyrics

 Sd Muni – What A Mood Lyrics


Sd Muni – What A Mood Lyrics


Sd Muni – What A Mood Lyrics


What a mood

For the bands how low will you stoop (aye)

Henny in my cup on loop

I want ice, two scoops


My Og made clear reservations

No laptop but his Mac booked

Sauce on spill, bro done it like Manny in Hancock (whip whip)

I need to get them verses

Fans tellin’ me that they stand hooked

Made a killing off trap, these fashion shows

No need to explain, had his cat walk

Mileage done on my feet, so numb

So trust me this trip I’m hatin’ (oi)

I never knew about makin’ it, it’s all patience

Love me a Blasian, I’m still ragin’

My Yg complacent, I found placement

Around mixin’ with Fentanyl like bacon

Tax evadin’, fuck my paigons

I stay facin’

Gotta stay weary, streets are cold

Only ride that I got, man (rah! )

My wrist bruised, I got ice

I want ice still, frostbites

Only if you knew what I do to get paid

I don’t jump on beats cuh I got rhyme

What the fuck is this mad girl doin’

She came from kway, she ain’t even talk right

Making rap

Things get wrapped

Let’s hit waps

Stains went off [? ]

The lean had my bro leanin’

Love the feelin’, you can get that or Sprite (aye)

Off white on an off night

I stay on so you can’t really off man

And like Ian I stuck with a Ball

My marge [? ] Only thing that I got right


What a mood

For the bands how low will you stoop (aye)

Henny in my cup on loop

I want ice, two scoops

I can’t let a chick in no more, I

Flown that coop, let me spin this coupe (coupe coupe)

Who am I to lose

Cups in the air, what a mood (aye)

What a mood

For the bands how low will you stoop (aye)

Henny in my cup on loop

I want ice, two scoops

I can’t let a chick in no more, I

Flown that coop, let me spin this coupe (coupe coupe)

Who am I to lose

Cups in the air, what a mood (aye)


I know about pressure pressure, hold dat pressure (pressure)

Can’t stop til I’m out with my team

So we can’t Chilwell, no Leicester

In this mouth, I filled with it with T

Big bro may fill it with extra

With the flay, you can go and ask Rick, cuh

Leave this game til I do this better

Upsettin’, upsettin’

I can’t do with Cb settings

I had slots that I had to complete

Can’t do it like chop, I’m bettin’, I’m bettin’

I still scream fuck 12, if you’s jettin’

Grab me a something that knows how to move

Long story short, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’

I’m hittin’ up meals in my Lyca

We’re flexin’ right (woosh)

Bruddah

Still with the same circle, man is virgin tight

No need to put trust in anotha (my don)

These weirdos learned how to sing (yes)

Someone find me the red buzza

I’ve been telling myself I’m slumba

But I just made bulk on notes my lova (pow)


What a mood

For the bands how low will you stoop (aye)

Henny in my cup on loop

I want ice, two scoops

I can’t let a chick in no more, I

Flown that coop, let me spin this coupe (coupe coupe)

Who am I to lose

Cups in the air, what a mood (aye)

What a mood

For the bands how low will you stoop (aye)

Henny in my cup on loop

I want ice, two scoops

I can’t let a chick in no more, I

Flown that coop, let me spin this coupe (coupe coupe)

Who am I to lose

Cups in the air, what a mood (aye)

all we work for is to satisfy you.