Headie One and Not3s - Issa Mood

PJ Pipe It Up Cuz

Told that shawty she can't touch but she can't look
Pack your donny, know this nigga don't play by the book
I been out years, I gotta get it how I should
VVS on me it's a mood
Me no love the winter, lose the roof
Man need some mink fur on me prrrr
Stuff that auto in a 4-door, then I skrr
Fortune and I richest 'cause I could

We ain't do no talking we just shh-shh
Wonder why our friends turn on me
I say hmm-hmm
Dual barrel with my brode they say su-su
Keep on fuckree and she love it, oh oh oh oh
Goddess freak all on me, she's a fruit
Real nigga just want something to hold on to
This fresher than a Siri make her mumble
We play but now we play 1-2's

I've been countin', been countin' it
VVS shining, they go blind if they doubting it
Made some bands today so tonight I'm allowed the set
Baby come sex on me
Baby come flex on me
I know my bro form long time, you just found your set
We tighter than them jeans on the towie we set
Don't get lost by the wave or you'll drown in it
Baby come flex on me
Baby come sex on me
Dancing diamonds be the mood
Dancing girls in the room
This ain't no regular life
Plenty shawties to choose
Headie One, I don't know which one to choose
They just want me to make 'em buss like what we do to choose too
Stack that paper 'til the money can't fold up
Supergirls in supercars doing donut
Big buds in the ting this ain't no dargs
We didn't chose this life, it chose us

Told that shawty she can't touch but she can't look
Pack your donny, know this nigga don't play by the book
I been out years, I gotta get it how I should
VVS on me it's a mood
Me no love the winter, lose the roof
Man need some mink fur on me prrrr
Stuff that auto in a 4-door, then I skrr
Fortune and I richest 'cause I could

I don't explain what's understood
Free all the bros, I would if I could
We over dem sides with a broom
If dem boys der start acting like fools
Love for all my juvees
All of these clips like a movie
Dis it ain't me abd real talk that's me that's Loubs
They want me have nothing to lose
'Cause they know this nigga, oh, for real for real
We hit those targets and those girls, ohh-uhh
We dem young niggas winning, it's a mood

Written by:
Benjamin Uka, Irving Adjei, Jordan Henry, Lukman Odunaike

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