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"Mood (feat. M Huncho)" is a track by D-Block Europe, from the album Home Alone 2, released 19th November 2021. The track is 3:25 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about D-Block Europe.
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Yeah, I told her, "You ain't gotta worry 'bout us" T-house for a month (yeah) Seven pounds and it's smellin' like runtz I know she steppin' with us (for real) I told the plug, "I'ma need an abundance" Flooded the city with mud (for real) Top down, but we came out the jungle Baby, it's so different for us Eight bricks and the stick on the journey Now, he's relyin' on luck I told my lady, "You're thick and you're curvy, baby, I'm tryna fuck" Said you give up and these niggas ain't worthy Showing you life's a must (a must) I told my nigga to hang out the ride Burnin' these opps like a furnace This is my turn, and I'm takin' what's mine, mm Sick of the rap niggas, sick of the liеs, mm First time when I fuck on a Perc And I thought I didn't likе it (like it) The first time when she fuck with the kid She said, "How am I like this?" There ain't no love Rose gold Richard Mille, ooh (rockstar) She lovin' my gang, she lovin' the coupe (rockstar) I think this money is changin' my mood (money, changin' my mood) I think the money is changin' my mood Yeah, rich nigga opinion, I got a rich nigga opinion, yeah Deals flyin' all winter, and I get you slimed out by a minion, yeah Hate all these niggas, I'm sick of 'em, yeah Wrist is one-hundred, the flick of it, yeah Look at my jewels, I might shed couple tears The come up in the bando, I shed couple years We go AP for the time My Jordan 4's are Off-White My eyes are lazy, I look tired Can't explain to probation I'm high Richard Mille in my white vest, uh Might put my darg to the test I just put the TV's in the rear And I put some VV's in her ear My nigga fuck up the crack game Run it up like it was his career You might think he's a football player In the club like he plays for the Spears Oh, shit, I mean plays for the Spurs I run up a check and I stuck to my word I'm telling my youngins, "It's customer first" He left his lil' lady and slung him a bird There ain't no love Rose gold Richard Mille, ooh (rockstar) She lovin' my gang, she lovin' the coupe (rockstar) I think this money is changin' my mood (money, changin' my mood) I think the money is changin' my mood They cannot do what I do, I barely fit in this coupe I'm feelin' so in my bag, they cannot fuck up my groove I threw a wunna to Steve, told him, "Get high on this food" 'Cause I am leaving the life, I can't be sane in this mood I know I'm goin' all glad, I put a price on your head Four figures, that's less than one eighth that I put on my wrist That's takin' the piss for real (yeah, yeah) Eight figures on the way, I'm takin' the piss, for real I'm tryna be friends with Richard before all the Richard Milles This money gave me all the thrills This money made me miss some meals This money made me keep it chill And I planned for this shit Let it snow in this bitch Boost the men from this shit Now, we say that we did it We don't ball with a limit You a snitch, we can't kick it Risked my life for a business For the sake of these digits There ain't no love Rose gold Richard Mille, ooh (rockstar) She lovin' my gang, she lovin' the coupe (rockstar) I think this money is changin' my mood (money, changin' my mood) I think the money is changin' my mood
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