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smokingskul & rx papi - bad mojo lyrics
[intro]
chapo
[verse: smokingskul]
leave his ass purp’, we don’t take that tag off
ar_15, finna blow that b_tch back off
no hoodies in here, we knocking his cap off
all of these magazines but i don’t jack off
b_tch, my name smoke, i ain’t dream, can’t take this mask off
i’on got keys for this car
what? don’t got a leash for this dog, d_mn
.762’s f_ck yo’ head up, it got bad mojo
black louie belt, i’m kicking doors, i was good at dojo
too far gone off the xan’s, all i see is roho
b_tch, we got pots and peter pan’s, i can never grow up
we don’t give a f_ck what you throw up, ayy
this glock never full, ayy
this choppa gon’ pull, ayy
this cold breath with colgate
b_tch, i don’t talk or conversate
i make sure my partner straight
draco pistol, move his face
ain’t no sh_ll that i’ma waste
no b_tch, you can’t be my fam
we turn him green, eggs, and ham
you only hang with henchman
find his block using shazam
he get loud, who turned you up?
mama said, “let’s turn you in”
all these glocks, don’t give a f_ck
i’m waiting for the opps to spin
[verse: rx papi]
uh
put a switch on the back off the gl!ck then hit it
we don’t shoot out the car, walk down, go get ’em
grrdt_grrdt, this b_tch hittin’
stand over a opp and tell ’em, “good riddance”
big jet li sh_t, pap be kicking
big ass blunt, don’t ask to hit it
i’m smoking grunk, b_tch, mind ya’ business
i bet that pap complete ya’ wishes
i feel like aunt jemima with it
i drop that bag, ya’ mama missing
don’t know ’bout them but i’ma get it
no, i don’t measure what i’m sippin’
might pour the brick until it’s empty
hundred rounds in the drac’, i can shoot til’ infinity
frrd_frrd_frrd_frrd, i seen a enemy
[verse 2: rx papi]
jump back in the car, n_gga, we up the score
i commited sins in christian dior
i jump out the benz, a sack full of raul
hit the plot then twist and watch it dissolve
i really hit l!cks, i miss my dog
i stand on business, i’m not like y’all
switch on the gl!ck, get off my yard
my head round, i’m like lebron
i can’t scam, i’m not a fraud
i crack ya’ head, natural cause
f and n, and a ar
b_tch, why you playing with a dog?
better treat me like a god
auntie hit it and she knaw
narcan’ kit in the drawer
i’m moving slower than a sloth
i’m quick to throw a n_gga off
i don’t like how these n_ggas talk
sh_t just throw a n_gga off
big ass cuban, bustdown
i hardly ever take it off
reach for my chain, get gunned down
i’ll knock a n_gga off
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