Rasta Foreign - Mood

You ain’t gotta wait no more no more
You ain’t gotta wait no more
Yeah these niggas ain’t fuckin with me so you best not be comin for me
Yeah these bitches wouldn’t fuckin with us don’t try to holler I don’t know waddup
Noooo they excited thru know where we from you act up in this bitch it get dumb
Yeah oh you retarded lil one who is you you ain’t on fire we cud tear the roof
It get up in this bitch to the roof you see the proof you could tell we on fire
You gon let me thru ain’t no get tired strap up the shoes turn this bitch to a riot
You niggas garbage you need to stop it watch f-e-a come in here that’s a no no
No limit like p an we bout it spark up the green you know it’s a go go
Yeah we cut up in this bitch that’s a fact put that on god ain’t no goin back
Noooo don’t give a fuck where you from where you at feel like you
Dumb in this bitch then get bat
Ain’t none of you niggas retarded stop with that mouthing you know you ain’t bout it
Switch up my shit show these niggas who bout it fuck
How they feel go an get it regardless
Gotta go mane you ain’t know mane ain’t holding back for no one to be honest
I passed up my chance for my people for nothing
They ain’t see my vision to me it was something
He ain’t wan listen she ain’t want do it they ain’t gon miss me she ain’t gon prove it
I had nobody I don’t need a toolie my hands work good if I have to i use it
Up in this bitch I get loose when I’m moving don’t fuck with that bitch
I love all of my groupies
Cut up at shows turn that bitch to a movie run up a check cus like Nike i do it
Up in yo spot we get loose yo girl on my dick an that ain’t nothin new
She full of them chewys I’m rollin off Aderol’s all the time you can’t do what I do
Watch how I move I don’t compare to y’all gotta step when I step how I groove
They done let me thru I ain’t gon spare y’all ima show you just what ima do
Nigga who is you yea I’m the truth and I’m with that fist work good make you get back
No gun I am not with the Klick klack break a nigga up like a Kit Kat
Fold out chair make a nigga sit back no I ain’t get that cus we go dumb
Yea I lose shit it get slippery ain’t no fruit when u get this punch
Yeah these niggas ain’t fuckin with me so you best not be comin for me
Yeah these bitches wouldn’t fuckin with us don’t try to holler I don’t know waddup
Noooo they excited thru know where we from you act up in this bitch it get dumb
Yeah oh you retarded lil one who is you you ain’t on fire we cud tear the roof
It get up in this bitch to the roof you see the proof you could tell we on fire
You gon let me thru ain’t no get tired strap up the shoes turn this bitch to a riot
You niggas garbage you need to stop it watch f-e-a come in here that’s a no no
No limit like p an we bout it spark up the green you know it’s a go go
Yeah we cut up in this bitch that’s a fact put that on god ain’t no goin back
Noooo don’t give a fuck where you from where you at feel like you dumb in this bitch Then get bat

Written by:
APRIL GEESBREGHT, EMILY VAUGHN, TOFER BROWN

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