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sts - great mood lyrics

[hook x2]
got on my suede shoes
rose gold shades
i’m in a great mood
monopoly shopping sprees
got on my cartier
tailor made black linen
gianni versace
monopoly shopping sprees

[verse 1: sts]
okay, i’m high as h-ll, i’m treetop
whoop yo’ -ss, i’m b-hop
blow show money at weed spots
and rubberband like g shots
got a dope flow they can’t detox
cold blood i need heat rocks
i’m chinchillin’, you cheap fox
that’s fake fur, not fur fox
b-tch i rest when the buck stops
in your ipod or the bus stops
in the background when they bust shots
word about me spread like buck shots
n-gga i gives a f-ck not
i’m photogenic don’t dunk shots
i’m independent set up shop
like a dope boy and it’s a trap spot
it’s the -ssh0l- in the ascot
who told that b-tch get -ss shots?
wanna make money in the a town?
b-tch gotta make that -ss pop
it’s the gold gang, n-gga we don’t want half
we laugh while we break down the whole thang
talk that sh-t i’m profane
i k!ll myself, kurt cobain
propelled of propane, i’m g-ssed up, i’m so vain
i puff p-ss, i blow jane, but this sh-t feel like cocaine
sts you should know my name
that’s a shame you don’t know by now
i dropped the tape that made the east coast great
god dammit i was shaking up the underground

[hook]

[verse 2: a$ap ferg]

[verse 3: sts]
okay, stroll up in this mothaf-cka thirty toes deep
that mean three hoes is with me, square n-ggas that don’t capiche
my credits in the street put my bottom b-tch on a lease
and if you can’t control that ho, put that bout it b-tch on a leash
as i commander in chief with my n-ggas like naval fleets
got my cartiers, mark maneres and polo naval fleece
no creases in my denims, only buy my women louis
tell ’em beggars can’t be choosy and both b-tches can’t be bougie
ha, as i ruly, tell these b-tches truly
you’ll never find no one like me so b-tch you best not lose me
hookers used to choose me, groupies now pursue me
blow doobies with me and my band and mates, i feel like hootie
no blowfish but i do, k!ll a mothaf-cka like fugu
a town b-tch like nu nu, red bottoms on like soo woo
flow speed up like choo choos, talk hoes out they mew mews
i’m so cold, my crew cool
gold gang, n-gga we rule

[hook]

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