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Track: MOOD SWINGS [Feat. Mike Dimes]
Artist: PlayThatBoiZay
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I'm a grown ass fucking woman, I'm 21 years old, don't fucking show up my face
Don't text my phone number, delete my fucking number and delete me off of Instagram fucking little boy, dumb ass bitch
And if you got some shit to say about it—
I got mood swings trapped up in my brain
Runnin' in the rain, pull up like Bruce Wayne
Bitch, I do things that I can't explain
Bitch, don't say my name, unless you moan my name
I see blood stains all up on my sleeves
They might not be me, that shit not it, chief
I'ma smoke 'way all my fucking pain
This shit not a game, king, I'ma reign

(Lum-lum-lu-lum)
That's the choppa with the drum, hey
We shoot for fun like it's January 1, hey
We do them drugs, I got smoke up in my lungs, hey
Thеy poppin' pills, now they tweakin' like thеy dumb, hey
I had to separate myself so I could get the bag
I had to do it by my lonely, now I got hoes mad
When I was hungry, they ate without me, nigga, remember that
We was thuggin' out here reckless, in and out like bags

I got mood swings trapped up in my brain
Runnin' in the rain, pull up like Bruce Wayne
Bitch, I do things that I can't explain
Bitch, don't say my name, unless you moan my name
I see blood stains all up on my sleeves
They might not be me, that shit not it, chief
I'ma smoke 'way all my fucking pain
This shit not a game, king, I'ma reign
(Lum, lum, lum)

Money comin', bitches callin'
Bottle callin' alcoholic
What I call it, what she call it
She tryna suck my Whatchamacallit
Gang went up and niggas fallin'
This life a door, it keeps revolvin'
I get so mad when bitches try to fuck with me
Shut the fuck up, suck up on this dick and kick her out the room
I met her in the mornin', then I fucked her in the afternoon
I jumped up into the game and told my idol I'ma see him soon
If I'm with Zay, the bodies droppin'
We talk to hoes, don't talk to cops
And if she tell, then we get hot

I got mood swings trapped up in my brain
Runnin' in the rain, pull up like Bruce Wayne
Bitch, I do things that I can't explain
Bitch, don't say my name, unless you moan my name
I see blood stains all up on my sleeves
They might not be me, that shit not it, chief
I'ma smoke 'way all my fucking pain
This shit not a game, king, I'ma reign

Officer, officer, raise the fuck up, officer
You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular
Officer, officer, raise the fuck up, officer
You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular
Officer, officer, raise the fuck up, officer
You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular
Officer, officer, raise the fuck up, officer
You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular