Yeah
When I pop out you know I'm so icy
I'm too lit for this lil hoe cannot make her my wifey
Post up in yo hood go hit the store cop me a white tee
She get in yo whip she play my song know you don't like me
Yeah
Yo bitch wanna f*ck I pull the flash out shoot a movie like I'm Spike Lee
When you suck the dick use your whole throat lil bitch don't bite me
I been had the hoes the money clothes it don't excite me
Once I touch a M know I'm gone be alright
Lil twin off them drugs he gotta blow gas just to sleep at night
I told my dukes I'm trying steady going I'ma make it right
I ain't been the same since brodie died ain't make yo candle light
Yeah
Geeked I been geeked
I get geeked up all night
Weeks after weeks I been tryna get my mind right
Bitch if you leave without me know you gone die
Baby I get so fly
Know you f*cking with a winner now bitch f*ck your old guy
Know my pops he see me winning now
I miss them old times
Money coming in don't do the math just watch it multi
Yeah
So high
So high
So high
She think we got soul ties
Soul ties
Soul ties
I could tell you no lie
No lie
No lie
Come on come on come on
Can't tell what I been on
You ain't even moving that pack for real
You-you stuck in the middle
Need to put all this shit down
Ain't tryna be in the hospital
I'm f*cking this bad bitch
Her pussy wet don't need to get spit on
And that ass fat like griddle
Tryna run up a M McGriddle
She a hoe play the bitch like fiddle
Tell bro make sure its no fentanyl
Finna buss tell the lil bitch get off
Talking tough tell the lil bro get on
When I hit lil bro with that- uh uh
He gone try to act like he the victim
I got them racks in I got the money on me
That shit was past tense tell her don't call my phone
When I was in school I had the baddies they all know
I got them racks back ain't felt like this in so long
Yeah its been so long and that bitch so cold
I'm with a white bitch she tryna pour up Four Lokos
And please don't try me they know that's a no-no
Think I'm pushing up with the gang hop out dolo
Brodie say he tryna hit the ship get the stolo
I know I ain't getting caught cause I be solo
Careful when you put your trust in her she a hoe hoe
Free my brudda and my pops out the chain gotta keep my head on
Mojo - so long (feat. buddha) Lyrics
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Yeah
When I pop out you know I'm so icy
I'm too lit for this lil hoe cannot make her my wifey
Post up in yo hood go hit the store cop me a white tee
She get in yo whip she play my song know you don't like me
Yeah
Yo bitch wanna f*ck I pull the flash out shoot a movie like I'm Spike Lee
When you suck the dick use your whole throat lil bitch don't bite me
I been had the hoes the money clothes it don't excite me
Once I touch a M know I'm gone be alright
Lil twin off them drugs he gotta blow gas just to sleep at night
I told my dukes I'm trying steady going I'ma make it right
I ain't been the same since brodie died ain't make yo candle light
Yeah
Geeked I been geeked
I get geeked up all night
Weeks after weeks I been tryna get my mind right
Bitch if you leave without me know you gone die
Baby I get so fly
Know you f*cking with a winner now bitch f*ck your old guy
Know my pops he see me winning now
I miss them old times
Money coming in don't do the math just watch it multi
Yeah
So high
So high
So high
She think we got soul ties
Soul ties
Soul ties
I could tell you no lie
No lie
No lie
Come on come on come on
Can't tell what I been on
You ain't even moving that pack for real
You-you stuck in the middle
Need to put all this shit down
Ain't tryna be in the hospital
I'm f*cking this bad bitch
Her pussy wet don't need to get spit on
And that ass fat like griddle
Tryna run up a M McGriddle
She a hoe play the bitch like fiddle
Tell bro make sure its no fentanyl
Finna buss tell the lil bitch get off
Talking tough tell the lil bro get on
When I hit lil bro with that- uh uh
He gone try to act like he the victim
I got them racks in I got the money on me
That shit was past tense tell her don't call my phone
When I was in school I had the baddies they all know
I got them racks back ain't felt like this in so long
Yeah its been so long and that bitch so cold
I'm with a white bitch she tryna pour up Four Lokos
And please don't try me they know that's a no-no
Think I'm pushing up with the gang hop out dolo
Brodie say he tryna hit the ship get the stolo
I know I ain't getting caught cause I be solo
Careful when you put your trust in her she a hoe hoe
Free my brudda and my pops out the chain gotta keep my head on
When I pop out you know I'm so icy
I'm too lit for this lil hoe cannot make her my wifey
Post up in yo hood go hit the store cop me a white tee
She get in yo whip she play my song know you don't like me
Yeah
Yo bitch wanna f*ck I pull the flash out shoot a movie like I'm Spike Lee
When you suck the dick use your whole throat lil bitch don't bite me
I been had the hoes the money clothes it don't excite me
Once I touch a M know I'm gone be alright
Lil twin off them drugs he gotta blow gas just to sleep at night
I told my dukes I'm trying steady going I'ma make it right
I ain't been the same since brodie died ain't make yo candle light
Yeah
Geeked I been geeked
I get geeked up all night
Weeks after weeks I been tryna get my mind right
Bitch if you leave without me know you gone die
Baby I get so fly
Know you f*cking with a winner now bitch f*ck your old guy
Know my pops he see me winning now
I miss them old times
Money coming in don't do the math just watch it multi
Yeah
So high
So high
So high
She think we got soul ties
Soul ties
Soul ties
I could tell you no lie
No lie
No lie
Come on come on come on
Can't tell what I been on
You ain't even moving that pack for real
You-you stuck in the middle
Need to put all this shit down
Ain't tryna be in the hospital
I'm f*cking this bad bitch
Her pussy wet don't need to get spit on
And that ass fat like griddle
Tryna run up a M McGriddle
She a hoe play the bitch like fiddle
Tell bro make sure its no fentanyl
Finna buss tell the lil bitch get off
Talking tough tell the lil bro get on
When I hit lil bro with that- uh uh
He gone try to act like he the victim
I got them racks in I got the money on me
That shit was past tense tell her don't call my phone
When I was in school I had the baddies they all know
I got them racks back ain't felt like this in so long
Yeah its been so long and that bitch so cold
I'm with a white bitch she tryna pour up Four Lokos
And please don't try me they know that's a no-no
Think I'm pushing up with the gang hop out dolo
Brodie say he tryna hit the ship get the stolo
I know I ain't getting caught cause I be solo
Careful when you put your trust in her she a hoe hoe
Free my brudda and my pops out the chain gotta keep my head on
Writer: jon buddha, josiah simien
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid