Mood What I Say It Is

The repeat wasn't as fun as I thought it would be, but had a fun time fooling around regardless. Thanks for listening to my contest entry. 😘 #Basicbitch #MochaisMood #ByeFelecia #moodcompetition #BestChorus #RemixtoMyDick #MoodWhatISayItIs #WordGameUp Intro: I just want to give a shout out to all the Becky's, Karen's, Stacy's, Felecia's, Gina's. First verse: My mood, slay-3 point basket. Your mood, crazy cat lady ratchet. My mood, Savage & Soddy. Your mood, boomer w/out a body. My mood, look good when I wakeup. Your mood, like a dude with no makeup. My mood, sweet and Gucci. Your mood, extra fish on the coochie. My mood, bandz right, Shaq height. Your mood, no light, living trife. My mood, no cap, high key, substantial. Your mood, troll humble brag, canceled. My mood, extra ice on the bezel. Your mood, extra salt on the prezzel. My mood, is fresh like a dime. Your mood, extra cake, waste of time. My mood, Receipts, I slay. Your mood, extra, throwing shade. My mood, getting pampered at the spa. Your mood, getting hosed in a garage. My mood, Fire-caused a drought Your mood, is JOMO, no clout. My mood, Hundo P Icy, Your dude DM, wanna wife me. Chorus: Bye Felecia, no need to finesse, The sheeple ain't trill, you ain't goals, say less. Karen are you listening? Heather said your not snatched, Mood what I say it is, Mocha make a thirst trap. Damn Gina, keep it on yeet, Stacy said your not too up on the fleek. Becky Your wigs crooked, So back the fuck off me. Momma know your just too goddamn salty. Second verse: My mood, G.O.A.T, V.I.P. Your mood, IRL, GMT. My mood, on point, fresh apparel. Your mood, thrift store bargain barrel. My mood, Chanel # 5. Your mood, shit stank, something died. My mood, Birkin bag, Versace. Your mood, generic Abercrombie. My mood, all love, no hate. Your mood, God made a mistake. My mood, dom perignon. Your mood, shots off a schlong. My mood, is bottles at the bar. Your mood, lost in a park. My mood, exclusive and fun. Your mood, rated E for everyone. My mood, graduated, diploma. Your mood, on your back, in a coma. My mood, hit like the cosmos. Your mood, you still here Thanos? My mood, give zero fucks. Your mood, dupe, debunked. My mood, relatable, not dated. Your mood, Gassed, way too inflated My mood, crazy and evil Your mood, weak and feeble My mood, schooling you right quick Your mood is shook, Mocha boss bitch Bye Felecia, no need to finesse, The sheeple ain't trill, you ain't goals, say less Karen are you listening Heather said your not snatched Moods what I say it is Mocha made a thirst trap. Damn Gina keep it on yeet Stacy said your not too up on the fleek Becky Your wigs crooked, So back the fuck off me. Momma know your just too goddamn salty. Outro: Bye Felecia