
MAAJO Wale
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[Intro]
Maajo, maajo
Maajo, maajo, maajo
Maa o mu, maa yoo lo lati pa ironu
I can do it, this my maajo jam, lemme catch it
[Verse 1]
Way too fly, nigga, way too high
I'ma catch a body every eight, two times
Sixteen killer, made hits like "Thriller"
Point is in the peace like a fleet of white women
Keep the vibe comin' even in the pandemic
Got a mask on, white folks can't stand it
Check my stats, I am not no rookie
I'm feelin' like Ja, I be jih like cookin'
I'm on my grizzy, I be jih like killin'
Y'all a bunch of crock, like an Izod clearance
My mind on money, niggas' eyes on bitches
Your mind like mine, then you prolly move quicker
Peek-a-boo, see your boo in the Ghost, nigga
She don't love me, she just hate broke niggas
Cold shoulder to 'em, I don't let 'em close to me
I just call her an Uber, then go back, ghost on her
Run this shit, I don't need no punter
And guys got guns but the guys all rumble
And it's fuck COVID, I don't got no summer
Just last month nigga lost four hunnid
Damn, nigga lost five hunnid
Antisocial, we can't talk money
Four, five sweats in the Goyard luggage
I ain't 'bout to get fresh 'til them folks stop coughin'
Maajo, maajo
Maajo, maajo, maajo
Maa o mu, maa yoo lo lati pa ironu
I can do it, this my maajo jam, lemme catch it
[Verse 1]
Way too fly, nigga, way too high
I'ma catch a body every eight, two times
Sixteen killer, made hits like "Thriller"
Point is in the peace like a fleet of white women
Keep the vibe comin' even in the pandemic
Got a mask on, white folks can't stand it
Check my stats, I am not no rookie
I'm feelin' like Ja, I be jih like cookin'
I'm on my grizzy, I be jih like killin'
Y'all a bunch of crock, like an Izod clearance
My mind on money, niggas' eyes on bitches
Your mind like mine, then you prolly move quicker
Peek-a-boo, see your boo in the Ghost, nigga
She don't love me, she just hate broke niggas
Cold shoulder to 'em, I don't let 'em close to me
I just call her an Uber, then go back, ghost on her
Run this shit, I don't need no punter
And guys got guns but the guys all rumble
And it's fuck COVID, I don't got no summer
Just last month nigga lost four hunnid
Damn, nigga lost five hunnid
Antisocial, we can't talk money
Four, five sweats in the Goyard luggage
I ain't 'bout to get fresh 'til them folks stop coughin'
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