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Stitchez
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Stitchez was released on April 4, 2025 by LYFELINE ENTERTAINMENT as a part of the album MooceUnderstood II
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Release DateApril 4, 2025
LabelLYFELINE ENTERTAINMENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Lyrics

I don't need it
I don't need it
I definitely don't need it
I don't need it
I don't need it
I don't need it
I need it
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
****, real west side Ranger shit you feel me
Ranger shit, ****
Back on my shit just like your boy ain't never left
Try and test me on this mic and we gon' lay ya ass to rest
Say he runnin' up on who, homie, say it with your chest
Told her, stay up out the mix, I'm busy runnin' up the Chex
I got big plans, how **** hatin? Call them big fans
Baby, I'm the man, J's on my feet like this the last dance
****, I am he just gotta mention me in past tense
Shawty bummy after high school but wasn't really bad then
****, how could you tell me Mooce ain't that guy
He swole as Popeye, send a lo and he might drop by
He on the sideline, me and yo ho tonight just locked eyes
I'm fixin' my tie, this shit ain't suitable for yo guys
Huh, I ain't come to play with you
Get your wig bust, you and everyone that stay with you
I'm just a youngin' from the town, now I'm stayin' in the ranch
It get hotter than a bitch, now that's a reason to get stamped
Bass booming in the studio, I'm turnin' up the amp
Shawty text me talkin' bout, I turn her on just like a lamp
Since a youngin, I was slick, my momma sent my ass to camp
I be up all night, shit, I don't sleep, I'm a vamp
I be sliding sideways, if we gon' do it, do it my way
I'm on the highway with all my **** on a Friday
Money talkin, hoes talkin, know what I'ma choose
When I fell in love with blues, it was hard for me to lose
I be chuckin' up the deuce to all you phony fake ****
Still black on black crime, woulda thought we hate ****
They say Mooce be spittin' fire, shit, I call it snake venom
And them Grateful Dead dunks I been plottin, I might get em
Shit, you leavin' with a lump, you talkin' crazy, might send em
Acid wash purple jeans, keep your bitch off my denim
Shorty renovate the crib so we can fuck up the linen
How you tryna shit on Mooce, you ridin' around on a lemon
Had dreams of gettin' bigger, take my momma to Venice
Crackin' shawty from the back, it sound like we playin' tennis
All the shit you **** doin, they know Mooce done invented
And if you askin' for this feature, I need all my incentives
Jump shit for I believe a bitch, they know Mooce could make a hit
Give you **** nightmares like I used to pray for times like this
Promise if I said it, then I mean it, I be takin' risks
I can be a pacifist, but people take your kindness for a weakness
Ho, you ask for this, I could make a massive hit
Watch me make the money flip, last real **** left you
Other **** Barbie Ken
Written by: Camauri Jackson
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