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Liquorice Video (MV)




Performed By: Moody
Language: English
Length: 1:58
Written by: Victor Alexander Lara




Moody - Liquorice Lyrics




Pour another cup grab another glass
There's way more is us than you've ever had in ya Whole squad platoon crew whatever
In a rain dance mood I'll change any weather
However I stank foochie down to the socks we
But I'm clever as ever
The elements in September
That's minus one
So you better run when the lions come
If you're tough try your bluff I ain't trying em
Sippin from glass, plastic, aluminum
But plastic 40 ounces well that managed to ruin them Boppin through the town like a a war chief
Stoppin not even now we need more leaf
I said war chief really I meant war lord
Leaving all your whores torn
I'm summoned on a horse form
A real chatter bot raised in the west coast
All up in yo motha f*ckin house like asbestos

Lyrical liquorice solo when I drink a fifth
Actually solo all the time come to think of it
I'm antisocial but ain't I vocal
Corner me like a dog I'll go postal
Shout out to Vegas mans best friend
Moody with the latest go and bang it again
Feeling old school like I'm dust in the wind
It's a taladega night so I'm destined to win
I never shake and bake but I like to wake n bake
And I bang my head hard enough that I shake the flakes Who you wit? I'm feeling like a Mac
Que the violin everybody that's that

Liquorice
Pour another cup grab another glass
There's way more is us than you've ever had in ya
Whole squad platoon crew whatever
In a rain dance mood I'll change any weather
However I stank foochie down to the socks we
But I'm clever as ever
The elements in September
That's minus one
So you better run when the lions come
If you're tough try your bluff I ain't trying em
Sippin from glass, plastic, aluminum
But plastic 40 ounces well that managed to ruin them Boppin through the town like a a war chief
Stoppin not even now we need more leaf
I said war chief really I meant war lord
Leaving all your whores torn
I'm summoned on a horse form
A real chatter bot raised in the west coast
All up in yo motha f*ckin house like asbestos

Lyrical liquorice solo when I drink a fifth
Actually solo all the time come to think of it
I'm antisocial but ain't I vocal
Corner me like a dog I'll go postal
Shout out to Vegas mans best friend
Moody with the latest go and bang it again
Feeling old school like I'm dust in the wind
It's a taladega night so I'm destined to win
I never shake and bake but I like to wake n bake
And I bang my head hard enough that I shake the flakes Who you wit? I'm feeling like a Mac
Que the violin everybody that's that
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Pour another cup grab another glass
There's way more is us than you've ever had in ya Whole squad platoon crew whatever
In a rain dance mood I'll change any weather
However I stank foochie down to the socks we
But I'm clever as ever
The elements in September
That's minus one
So you better run when the lions come
If you're tough try your bluff I ain't trying em
Sippin from glass, plastic, aluminum
But plastic 40 ounces well that managed to ruin them Boppin through the town like a a war chief
Stoppin not even now we need more leaf
I said war chief really I meant war lord
Leaving all your whores torn
I'm summoned on a horse form
A real chatter bot raised in the west coast
All up in yo motha f*ckin house like asbestos

Lyrical liquorice solo when I drink a fifth
Actually solo all the time come to think of it
I'm antisocial but ain't I vocal
Corner me like a dog I'll go postal
Shout out to Vegas mans best friend
Moody with the latest go and bang it again
Feeling old school like I'm dust in the wind
It's a taladega night so I'm destined to win
I never shake and bake but I like to wake n bake
And I bang my head hard enough that I shake the flakes Who you wit? I'm feeling like a Mac
Que the violin everybody that's that

Liquorice
Pour another cup grab another glass
There's way more is us than you've ever had in ya
Whole squad platoon crew whatever
In a rain dance mood I'll change any weather
However I stank foochie down to the socks we
But I'm clever as ever
The elements in September
That's minus one
So you better run when the lions come
If you're tough try your bluff I ain't trying em
Sippin from glass, plastic, aluminum
But plastic 40 ounces well that managed to ruin them Boppin through the town like a a war chief
Stoppin not even now we need more leaf
I said war chief really I meant war lord
Leaving all your whores torn
I'm summoned on a horse form
A real chatter bot raised in the west coast
All up in yo motha f*ckin house like asbestos

Lyrical liquorice solo when I drink a fifth
Actually solo all the time come to think of it
I'm antisocial but ain't I vocal
Corner me like a dog I'll go postal
Shout out to Vegas mans best friend
Moody with the latest go and bang it again
Feeling old school like I'm dust in the wind
It's a taladega night so I'm destined to win
I never shake and bake but I like to wake n bake
And I bang my head hard enough that I shake the flakes Who you wit? I'm feeling like a Mac
Que the violin everybody that's that
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Writer: Victor Alexander Lara
Copyright: Lyrics © Unison Rights S.L.

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