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sowdy & k tha sovereign – mood swings lyrics

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(verse 1: sowdy)
i was on 10 since the day that i peep it
industry cliquey, can’t f+ck with the business
people be snaky, ain’t in your best interest
no designer, on god, i been rocking the simplest
all for the money, it’s split like a gymnast
demon on me, man, my brother my witness
running the money up, no time for fitness
i’m ill with it, sk!lled with it, flip it like sk!llet
worst day of life, godmother in coma
ever since then i thought f+ck a diploma
was gonna chase the dream, running them over
a gun in your mouth if you touch on my soldier
f+ck all your flex, i press you, you sh+t, dog
me n k don’t need drip, we got hot sauce
type to aim at your head, knock your block off
while you cap on your rap bout your glock off
pop off
we ain’t go selling our soul by signing no paper
sh+t will leave holes in you size of a crater
long hair flowing, but no, i’m not draper
whipping toyota, still pick up your boo thang
she be topping me off, i got mood swings
so i switch through my roster, like mood rings
changing colours, my tongue get her moving
we gon monetise all through the digital
slicing opps, i’m gon’ chop ’em so clinical
cross me once and it’s death by the principle
cross me twice, go to h+ll, yeah i’ll flip on you
f+ck the business, we not with the f+ck sh+t
try to take half my money, i’m no drop kick
you can’t fool me, or pull me with plots, kids
shine! defying the odds, yeah
(verse 2: k tha sovereign)
she be topping me off, i got mood swings
we get tight, but still on a loose ting
she ain’t good with her father, she calling me papa
she got me feeling like new king
i ain’t for talking bout no fling
we get hot, but she my lil’ cool thing
her phone get to buzzing but i ain’t her nothing
ion give a f+ck about who rings
she wants some kids, but don’t want them with me
she suck it up and spit college degrees
look at my face, i’m as proud as can be
i might go buy that some cartier jeans
supreme her tee
she wants the rings and the bag go celine
now she be swiping and typing her price on the sites
but how could i mind i’m a money machine
back it up, blow it up
really in the booth just showing off
you don’t wanna talk about stamina
still want more when i had enough
trudging mud, i keep a double a cup
my n+ggas whip it up like fairy double cups
them hoes be overhyping trying to gas it up
they gon’ run it back, quick, try to hash it up
please talk to the boy way nicer than that
before we come make your nights really darker than black
young pressure the rise it ain’t hard to believe
i’m a goat in the making, it’s just harder to see
young izzy
f+ck around the type to make ya team real dizzy
and if you got a problem with the kid come get me
nice with the finish everyday, like i’m coming off a stimmy (bih)



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