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yung mojo - 422 كلمات أغنية

[hook]
takin’ trips with the pack, i ain’t never b-tchin’
i got pounds of the gas n-gg-, f-ck a chicken
you can catch me in the kitchen, like a chef i whip it
422, ot, yeah i’m makin’ digits

[verse]
you ain’t never seen a hundred on the scale
you ain’t never got them shipments in the mail
i’m a real trapper, i got clientele
i’m a real trapper i got clientele

in the bando, i was servin’ all them grams
in the bando, i was stackin’ up them bands
in the bando, i was trappin’ wit’ my mans
in the bando, yeah it’s gucci on my belt(?)

when i touch it, get it gone man it’s magic
in love wit’ money, i love green like it’s st. patrick’s
i’m smokin dope, i’m sippin’ drank like it’s my p-ssion
my momma hate it, yeah, she callin’ me an addict

[verse]
when i get it, i don’t gotta use the scale
i can’t f-ck wit’ n-gg-s, swear they gon’ tell
you ain’t street, man these p-ssy n-gg-s frail
223s, it be louder than some bales

when i pull up, i’mma skrrt off in that jag
when i pull up, i’mma skrrt off with that bag
louie v, double g she love the swag
she know i’m cute, she tryna bag

i don’t need her unless she focused on that cash
i don’t need her unless she tryna do the dash
cops pull me so she stash it in her sn-tch
cops pull me so she stash it in her sn-tch

- yung mojo

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