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Mojo Video (MV)




Performed By: 7osiah
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: josiah byard




7osiah - Mojo Lyrics
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One summer 7 bands one brick touch 7 hands bad bitch hand stand
In pike county high served hand to hand
She wanna solve me like a anagram gotta hour to speak cause it 3 before i land
Anymore than that bitch ima need me a band
Making plays off a samsung yo lil partner he sung like he sam
Moonrocks from cali they come in a can
She get wet bout money she come for a band
When you text her she at work with no time on her hands
When i text her she blowing my phone like a fan
My unk them was 74 wit a bad bitch she 5'6
Catching plays outta zip wasnt enough cap so we started to find licks
And yo niggas scared to flash out at the party my niggas gone die lit
My heart black asl but i still got lil brothers be banging that 5 shit
I swear 4 god i shed tears for my grandma a nigga aint cried since
My lil brother on papers he looking at fines or he looking at time spent
Pesos gone pull up on you with L's but he aint got no license
Im living life but its enough in this car for a mf life sentence
This aint no freestyle i gotta write when i remember this type shiit
O's sent through the mail and im gone make a sale cause my dope gotta nice scent
He tryna do right and pass that drug test so i served em some niacin
Ya
Money counter sounding like a got damn fan
Old folks staring all these got damn bands
Balmain and tommy my got dam pants
My heart black 4L so ten toes how i stand
Used to finnesse .8's no grams
Now i put my lil brother them on with a band
I get dope money bitch and it dont touch my hands
Take tha cap off a qp cash out on some land
Nigga bucking and fussing we saw him he ran
Touch georgia for 2 weeks sell weed lean and xans
Im jus one call away if they need me the fam
She said wya? i said on the road getting it bitch i dont know where i am
I just wrapped up a pound if you want a feature i need a advance
Was 17 helping mama pay bills ask brandy byard if you thank that im playing!
F*ck that ho good make her brag to her friends
Innie minnie mi these hoes like duck duck goose
Ima stand up nigga yall duck i shoot!
F*ck the bitch one time she stuck like glue!
On the top of my game gotta bird eye view
Ho got on leggings nigga thas my que
All black 7 spades nigga thas my suite
727 demons nigga thats my crew
I pull up it aint rented nigga thats my coupe
Get a nigga gone for rent just call my zook
Real niggas make those we dont ask bout moves
Hoe left me cause my money wasnt right
Now she cant find a nigga that match my groove
Flat black balenciagas that match my tool
Take the shit ima pirate i match my school
They pussy they pull it i pop mine
45 hi point but that glock 9
I made me 2 bands at a stop sign!
Getting head in a whip that is not mine!
And she bagging up dope while i drive !
That tec hit that sprite watch it drop down
50k in my bank bitch im not signed
100 drum on that AR wont stop firing
We sold dope in tha school onna lockdown
Ya yo niggas lit but they not mine
These tears of joy god im not crying
Realest out my city im not lying!!
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English

One summer 7 bands one brick touch 7 hands bad bitch hand stand
In pike county high served hand to hand
She wanna solve me like a anagram gotta hour to speak cause it 3 before i land
Anymore than that bitch ima need me a band
Making plays off a samsung yo lil partner he sung like he sam
Moonrocks from cali they come in a can
She get wet bout money she come for a band
When you text her she at work with no time on her hands
When i text her she blowing my phone like a fan
My unk them was 74 wit a bad bitch she 5'6
Catching plays outta zip wasnt enough cap so we started to find licks
And yo niggas scared to flash out at the party my niggas gone die lit
My heart black asl but i still got lil brothers be banging that 5 shit
I swear 4 god i shed tears for my grandma a nigga aint cried since
My lil brother on papers he looking at fines or he looking at time spent
Pesos gone pull up on you with L's but he aint got no license
Im living life but its enough in this car for a mf life sentence
This aint no freestyle i gotta write when i remember this type shiit
O's sent through the mail and im gone make a sale cause my dope gotta nice scent
He tryna do right and pass that drug test so i served em some niacin
Ya
Money counter sounding like a got damn fan
Old folks staring all these got damn bands
Balmain and tommy my got dam pants
My heart black 4L so ten toes how i stand
Used to finnesse .8's no grams
Now i put my lil brother them on with a band
I get dope money bitch and it dont touch my hands
Take tha cap off a qp cash out on some land
Nigga bucking and fussing we saw him he ran
Touch georgia for 2 weeks sell weed lean and xans
Im jus one call away if they need me the fam
She said wya? i said on the road getting it bitch i dont know where i am
I just wrapped up a pound if you want a feature i need a advance
Was 17 helping mama pay bills ask brandy byard if you thank that im playing!
F*ck that ho good make her brag to her friends
Innie minnie mi these hoes like duck duck goose
Ima stand up nigga yall duck i shoot!
F*ck the bitch one time she stuck like glue!
On the top of my game gotta bird eye view
Ho got on leggings nigga thas my que
All black 7 spades nigga thas my suite
727 demons nigga thats my crew
I pull up it aint rented nigga thats my coupe
Get a nigga gone for rent just call my zook
Real niggas make those we dont ask bout moves
Hoe left me cause my money wasnt right
Now she cant find a nigga that match my groove
Flat black balenciagas that match my tool
Take the shit ima pirate i match my school
They pussy they pull it i pop mine
45 hi point but that glock 9
I made me 2 bands at a stop sign!
Getting head in a whip that is not mine!
And she bagging up dope while i drive !
That tec hit that sprite watch it drop down
50k in my bank bitch im not signed
100 drum on that AR wont stop firing
We sold dope in tha school onna lockdown
Ya yo niggas lit but they not mine
These tears of joy god im not crying
Realest out my city im not lying!!
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Writer: josiah byard
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