Pop Smoke - Mood Swings Remix (Lyrics) ft. Lil Tjay & Summer Walker
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➥ Lyrics:

Oh, you ain't know I could sing? (Oh, oh, oh)
Hahaha (Yeah)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Shorty a lil' baddie
Shorty my lil' boo thing
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings

[Verse 1: Summer Walker]
Ballerina tip, keep a tight grip on it
That's my dick when I want it
But, boy, you give me head
Make me wanna treat you like a broke n*gga
Always end up with the wrong n*ggas
Yeah, and that's a tip for seven, nah, nah, nah
Slim, thick, with a slick mouth talkin', "Rah, rah, rah"
Prolly coulda had a couple dreams runnin' 'round
If I was tryna settle down, young bitches on the prowl
Gettin' bread and some more, gettin' head and some more
Gotta keep it on go, 'cause the pussy don't talk control, oh, oh

[Chorus: Summer Walker, Pop Smoke & Summer Walker]
Shorty a lil' baddie
Call me his lil' boo thing
Know I got the fatty
That's why I be catchin' mood swings
Never let him hit without a rubber
Unless he more than a lover
And I kept it undercover
'Cause I don't kiss and tell

[Verse 2: Pop Smoke & Lil Tjay]
Every time I fuck, she call me daddy (Hahaha)
My lil' mama nasty (Nasty)
I see the pussy through the panties (Whatever you want)
She taste like candy (Oh)
She a queen, like Nefertiti
Uh oh, my lil' mama sittin' pretty (Oh)
And we be shoppin' through the city (Oh, oh, oh)
I gave her keys to the Bentley (Woah, woah)
Get off your knees, you don't gotta cry to me (Oh)
I'm your best friend, baby, you don't gotta lie (Oh, oh)
I'll get you everything that you want and that you need
From Chanel to Celine, it's on you to decide (Oh, oh, oh)
Valentino, yeah, I put you in the best (Oh)
Start liftin' up your dress, start kissin' on your neck (Oh no, no)
Start rubbin' on your butt, start massagin' your breasts
I ain't wanna give you a baby just yet
So I backed out and nutted on your breasts
I put you in a Uber (Oh, oh, oh) and sent you to your bed (Oh)
The very next day (Oh), you sent me a text (Oh)
You pulled up to the crib and we did it again (Oh, oh, oh)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke, Pop Smoke & Summer Walker & Lil Tjay]
Shorty a lil' baddie (She a lil' baddie)
Shorty my lil' boo thing
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catchin' mood swings
Every time I fuck without a rubber
I nutted on the covers (Covers)
And I kept it undercover (Yeah)
'Cause I don't kiss and tell (Ooh)

[Verse 3: Lil Tjay & Pop Smoke]
You know, I never found love until I looked into your eyes (Until I looked into your eyes)
First time blushin', I ain't even gon' lie (Ain't even gon' lie)
Four rounds in, leavin' bruises on your thighs
You the only bitch could make me spin off on the guys
And the only bitch that make me wanna nut when I'm inside
It's your vibe, leave with me you gettin' high
None of these bitches fuckin' wit' you even if they tried
She a tsunami, I ain't never felt it dry
Close my eyes while I sleep, hope you be there when I wake
Honestly, I feel the vibe we had is great
And if there's something in your mind, you can tell me
And if I told you what's on mine, would you help me?
You gon' see the bigger picture, it's just gon' take time
Just because you mine, I'ma keep you lookin' like a dime
Ain't no imperfections, girl, you fine
Baby, what's your sign?
I hope you ain't against the slow grind
Work, work, it's me and you, me and you
Keep it silent, there ain't nothin' we can't do
Through the storm, baby, we can make it through
Why you actin' brand new? You know you my lil' boo thing
Got up on my Birkin, it's workin'
She said she a virgin (It's hurtin')
She my biggest fan, she always lurkin'
And she know I'm a man, I'ma put that work in
I know she can't stand me, I'm fancy
So I'ma bring her out when I get my GRAMMY
Late night sex, she can't find her panties
Couldn't hold it in, now she need a plan B

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Lil Tjay]
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 fuck without a rubber
I nutted on her covers
And I kept it undercover
'Cause I don't kiss and tell