Tre.B Cardova - In The Mood Lyrics

In the mood
Girl I'm in the mood
What you tryna do?
Wanna see you
In the nude
What a view
In the mood
In the mood
What a
What a
What a view
In the
In the
In the nude

It was summer
It was summer
It was summer twenty 16
Had to fly out
Had to fly out
Had to fly out to Long Beach
So I hit the southwest
Touched down in LAX
First time for a n***a
Said what up to the west
Kiss my baby on her lips
Got my luggage then we dipped
Loaded up all my shit
Hopped in her whip lets go
Off to Roscoes
Chicken & waffles
I'll admit it I ain't put no f*ckin syrup on the chicken
Mother f*ck the chicken
I just wanna grip her waist in a position
Paid for the food we was outa 5000
Thoughts of the lust was coming my the thousand
So we skate from Inglewood
Off to her neighborhood
Finna see was good
But yo
I even know her moms & pops would be home
I was thinking we could hit the crib and just bone
So the thoughts of the sex was suppressed
It was hard to ingest
Really hard to contest
Later to be addressed
Met her familia
And im still on a quest
To get my girl and I by ourselves
And she looking at me by look I can tell
She was heating up cause the lust was mutual
Long story short got the ho f*ckin hotel
Everything went swell, and well

Girl I'm in the mood
What you tryna do?
Wanna see you
In the nude
What a view
In the mood
In the mood
What a
What a
What a view
In the
In the
In the nude