Bad Mood Lyrics - Killval — Paroles de Chansons

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[Intro]
Nah, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Bevolo got that sauce
Ooh ooh

[Chorus]
Do not talk to me ’cause I’ve been in a bad mood
Got a boujee bitch, yeah she got an attitude
Run up on my shooter bitch, I promise I will blast you
She came to my show and tried to post it on her YouTube, ooh
All this money girl I’m used to, ooh
I ain’t tryna use you, ooh
I ain’t needa use you
Keep on saying that
It put me in a bad mood

[Verse 1]
Check my bank account, can’t say that I fell off
Shawty kiss the diamonds now the Patek, lip gloss
And my bank account big, big, retro Rick Ross
I feel like a dentist, it’s flooded when I floss
Told her diamonds on my teeth, she wanna meet me
Says water, water, water like it’s Fiji
And I gotta admit, it’s on my brown skin, that’s Reese’s
And you know I never forgive you
You tried to leave me
I dress like this, it’s fashion, no flex
And my outfit cost 10 times your check
I just started counting money ’cause it get her wet
Yeah she getting freaky, freaky when she sees these racks

[Chorus]
Do not talk to me ’cause I’ve been in a bad mood
Got a boujee bitch, yeah she got an attitude
Run up on my shooter bitch, I promise I will blast you
She came to my show and tried to post it on her YouTube, ooh
All this money girl I’m used to, ooh
I ain’t tryna use you, ooh
I ain’t needa use you
Keep on saying that
It put me in a bad mood

[Verse 2]
In a dress she gon give me good neck
Flexing on these haters ’till I get a 6 pack
I ain’t tripping bout no bitch, no I’m laid back
That bitch wearing Fendi, Fendi, fuck her now there’s Fendi facts
Had no lights in the alleyway, my homies be posted down
Run up on me you get cooked, yeah I bet you get roasted yeah
And I get her so wet, yeah I swear it’s a boat in there
Swear I could float in there
Swear I could float in there
Don’t lie to me
Baby don’t try me, cause I need you on the side of me
Yeah I need someone to ride out with me

[Chorus]
Do not talk to me ’cause I’ve been in a bad mood
Got a boujee bitch, yeah she got an attitude
Run up on my shooter bitch, I promise I will blast you
She came to my show and tried to post it on her YouTube, ooh
All this money girl I’m used to, ooh
I ain’t tryna use you, ooh
I ain’t needa use you
Keep on saying that
It put me in a bad mood

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