Mood Swings

Album: Shoot for the Stars, Aim for the Moon (2020)
Charted: 5 17
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  • Oh, you ain't know I could sing?

    Shorty a little baddy
    Shorty my little boo thang
    And shorty got the fatty
    Shorty be catching mood swings

    Ballerina tip, keep a tight grip on it
    That's my dick when I want it
    But, boy, you give me head
    Make me wanna treat you like a broke nigga
    Always end up with the wrong niggas
    Yeah, and that's a tip for seven, nah, nah, nah
    Slim thick, with a slick mouth talking, rah, rah, rah
    Probably could've had a couple dreams running 'round
    If I was tryna settle down, young bitches on the prowl
    Give me bread and some more
    Give me head and some more
    Gotta keep it on the go
    'Cause a pussy don't talk control, oh

    Shorty a little baddy
    Call me his little boo thang
    Know I got the fatty
    That's why I be catching mood swings
    Never let him hit without a rubber
    Unless you're more than a lover
    And I kept it under cover
    'Cause I don't kiss and tell

    Every time I fuck, she call me daddy
    My lil' mama nasty
    I see the pussy through the panties (whatever you want)
    She taste like candy
    She a queen, like Nefertiti
    Uh-oh, my lil' mama sittin' pretty
    And we be shoppin' through the city (oh, oh)
    I gave her keys to the Bentley (whoa, whoa)
    Get off your knees, you don't gotta cry to me
    I'm your best friend, baby, you don't gotta lie
    I'll get you everything that you want and you need from Chanel to Celine
    It's on you to decide
    Valentino, yeah, I put you in the best
    Start liftin' up your dress, start kissin' on your neck (oh no, no)
    Start rubbin' on your butt, start massagin' your breasts
    I ain't wanna give you a baby just yet, so I backed out and nutted on your breasts
    I put you in an Uber (Uber) and sent you to your bed (oh)
    The very next day (oh), you sent me a text (oh)
    You pulled up to the crib and we did it again (oh, oh)

    Shorty a lil' baddie (she a lil' baddie)
    Shorty my lil' boo thing (boo thing)
    And shorty got the fatty
    Shorty be catching mood swings
    Every time I fuck without a rubber
    I nutted on the covers
    And I kept it undercover
    'Cause I don't kiss and tell (ooh)

    You know, I never found love until I looked into your eyes (into your eyes)
    First time blushin', I ain't even gon' lie (ain't even gon' lie)
    Four rounds in, leavin' bruises on your thighs
    You the only bitch could make me spin off on the guys
    And the only bitch that make me wanna nut when I'm inside
    It's your vibe, leave with me you gettin' high
    None of these bitches fuckin' with you even if they tried
    Pussy on tsunami, I ain't never felt it dry
    Close my eyes 'fore I sleep, hope you be there when I wake
    Honestly, I feel the vibe we have is great
    And if there's something in your mind, you can tell me
    And if I told you what's on mine, would you help me?
    You gon' see the bigger picture, it's just gon' take time
    Just because you mine
    I'ma keep you lookin' like a dime
    Ain't no imperfections, girl, you fine
    Baby, what's your sign?
    hope you ain't against the slow grind
    (Work, work, it's me and you) me and you
    Keep it silent, there ain't nothin' we can't do
    Through the storm, baby, we can make it through
    Why you actin' brand new? You know you my lil' boo thing
    Got up on my Birkin, it's workin'
    She said she a virgin (it's hurtin')
    She my biggest fan, she always lurkin'
    She know I'm a man, I'ma put that work in
    I know she can't stand me, I'm fancy
    So I'ma bring her out when I get my Grammy
    Late night sex, she can't find her panties
    Couldn't hold it in, now she need a Plan B

    (Shorty a lil' baddie)
    (She my lil' boo thing)
    And shorty got the fatty (shorty got the fatty)
    Shorty be catching mood swings
    (Every time I fuck without a rubber)
    (I nutted on her covers)
    And I kept it undercover
    'Cause I don't kiss and tell Writer/s: Bashar Jackson, Deandre Sumpter, Omar A. Gomez, Tione Merritt
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Chea Marie from Buffalo New York Great song !!! The beat sucks you right in.
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