Listen to NOTINTHEMOODTODAY REMIX (feat. Kxllsxwtch & Kamiyada+) by Joey Trap

NOTINTHEMOODTODAY REMIX (feat. Kxllsxwtch & Kamiyada+)

Joey Trap

Hip-Hop/Rap

48 Shazams

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Joey Trap
Joey Trap
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Joey Trap
Joey Trap
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The Crimson Chin? Excuse me You a bitch, you a bitch Ya' mama a bitch and ya' daddy's a bitch Yeah, yeah, uh, uh When I'm in the pussy, go dumb, autistic Bob the Builder, if he got a problem, I fix it Your bitch like Nintendo, when she bored, she switch dicks Sneak dissing on me, that's four, five, six feet Under you lay My bitch speak Spanish, ride dick, andale He think he hard, well that's up for debate I'll beat your ass fuck around, catch a case I am not in the mood today Jesus Christ I might break your bitches knees tonight I don't think you really need your life Knock him off and now he see the light Everybody wanna bug me, no lice Black and whitе, I got it like zebra stripes Extеrminate rats, kill all mice Nilla color whip with two ho's inside, oh, that's nice Dagger, like Peter Pan, all I can see is red Tattle strangler Van damn, I beat a man I did not ask you, so why are you speaking then? Jehovah Witness, pop up at your street address Triple Z, I make him snooze, huh Play with it, you meet your doom, uh I think I'm going insane, uh Talking to walls in my room, uh Pull up 8 6, like I'm Takami Takumi Drop top the roof, she drop top on me, top on me I say that you boys be pussy with honesty Put my dick in her, like tampons, she waddling Pull up, hit him with the ba-da-boom, ba-da-bing These bitches wishy washy, teeter-tottering You ride with snitches, just like Harry Potter be Opposite of even, y'all be so odd to me Oh Molding'my bitch out the pot, call it pottery Look at me once, seem like I hit the lottery Don't let me suck ya' toes, bitch, then you not a freak Told ya' bitch I'll hit ya' face if you lie to me, ayy, ayy, bitch My shit sharp, like Beyblades, bitch My shit dark, like Bébé's kids Y'all just bark 'cause you can't fade, bitch Hit the nay nay, bitch My chopper gon' make a nigga hit the Soulja Boy I'm picture perfect, nigga, like a Polaroid Please do not call me bro 'cause I am not yo' boy Play with the Glocky, nigga, no it's not a toy Bitch I rock Bape shit, less Hilfiger She gon' fuck with me 'cause I'm that nigga, mm She gon' suck my dick and then you kiss her, mm If you wanna stare, then take a picture Red lean look like Cliiiford (Red lean look like Cliiiford) Reptile seats, like lizard Big fat blunts, like Lizzo, uh Flip big bricks, like wizard, uh Big iced up, like blizzard Rich like Richard, dick like Richard I got richer then she said my dick got bigger I'm not in the mood today Jesus Christ I'ma break ya' bitches knees tonight Guess you finna need a Visa, right? Fuck a wedding, I don't need a wife That's why I don't cuff a foreign bitch Rather pull up with a boring bitch Wanna fuck me 'cause I'm tourin' shit She get freaky under doors and shit Um, uh, uh She said my dick is the bomb But it can't fit in her palm I hit your bitch in her thong After I fuck, I'ma smoke on a bong, uh-huh Ooh, uh I'm not in the mood today Mm I'm not in the mood!
Writer(s): Jonathan Robert Whitmer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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