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Pop Smoke - Mood Swings (Remix)
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Pop Smoke
Featuring(s) : Eminem, Lloyd Banks & Lil Tjay
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Oh, you ain't know I could sing? (Oh, oh, oh) Hahaha (yeah) Shorty a lil' baddie (she a lil' baddie) Shorty my lil' boo thing (boo thing) And shorty got the fatty Shorty be catching mood swings Let's pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen Let's pretend things would've been no different Pretend he procrastinated, had no motivation Pretend he just made excuses that Was so paper-thin they could blow away with the wind Marshall you never gone make it Makes no sense to play the game it ain't no way that'll you win Prеtend he just stand outside all day and play with his friеnds Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend And it wasn't time to move in school no changing again He wasn't socially awkward and just strange as a kid He had a father and his mother wasn't crazy as sh*t And he never dreamed he can ripped stadiums he just lazy as sh*t f**k a talent show in the gymnasium b*t*h You won't amount to sh*t quit daydreaming kid You need to get ya cranium check you thinking like an alien It just ain't realistic Now pretend they ain't just make him angry with this sh*t And there was no one he could even aim when he's p*ssed with And his alarm went off to wake him but he didn't make it to the rap Olympics He slept through his plane and he missed it He's gonna have a hard time explaining to Haley and Laney these food stamps and W-I-C sh*t 'Cause he never risked sh*t, he hoped and he wished it But it didn't fall in his lap so he ain't even hear it he pretends that Shorty a lil' baddie (she a lil' baddie) Shorty my lil' boo thing (boo thing) And shorty got the fatty Shorty be catching mood swings Don't get caught robbin' the pot, cuz your hand'll be tossed And playin' both sides'll getcha man buried, boss Imma flood the watch, and every cross Nevermind the chorus, I'm in a Porsche, it's my turn to floss Don't put me in a mix of your rap lies Diss me, Ill dip you in toilet water so you can get baptized I grew up with the peasants in the halls Elevators is broke, probably had asbestos in the walls Now haters get wreckless with the calls Cuz I'm f**kin' their b*t*h and they buyin' breakfast in the morn Not to mention, he dresses in the malls New Prada footwear, Nexino necklace with the bars I don't care if you over 300 pounds, don't seduce me You'll get your big ass cut up like Bruce Lee I won't stop till my squad eat We got tools, that'll spin your ass around like a 5 heartbeat Shorty a lil' baddie She my lil' boo thing And shorty got the fatty (Shorty got the fatty) Shorty be catching mood swings Every time I f**k without a rubber I nutted on her covers And I kept it undercover 'Cause I don't kiss and tell
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