| Maajo, maajo
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| Maajo, maajo, maajo
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| I can do it, this my maajo jam, lemme catch it
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| Way too fly, nigga, way too high
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| I’ma catch a body every eight, two times
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| Sixteen killer, made hits like «Thriller»
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| Point is in the peace like a fleet of white women
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| Keep the vibe comin' even in the pandemic
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| Got a mask on, white folks can’t stand it
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| Check my stats, I am not no rookie
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| I’m feelin' like Ja 'cause Ja like cookin'
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| I’m on my grizzy, Ja like killin'
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| Y’all a bunch of crock, like a aisle-side clearance
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| My mind on money, niggas' eyes on bitches
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| Lil' mind like mine, then you prolly both quicker
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| Peek-a-boo, see your boo in the Ghost, nigga
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| She don’t love me, she just hate broke niggas
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| Cold shoulder to 'em, I don’t let 'em close to me
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| I just call her an Uber, then go back, ghost on her
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| Run this shit, I don’t need no punter
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| And guys got guns but the guys all rumble
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| And it’s fuck COVID, I don’t got no summer
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| Just last month nigga lost four hunnid
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| Damn, nigga lost five hunnid
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| Antisocial, we can’t talk money
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| Four, five sweats in the Goyard luggage
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| I ain’t 'bout to get fresh 'til them folks stop coughin'
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| Ah, damn, uh
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| Lemme catch it, uh
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| Hold it, look, yeah
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| And the Lord never with us
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| Jive gettin' slimmer, block gettin' thinner
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| The cops ain’t vigilant, let’s see if you payin' attention
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| Obituary full of innocent black niggas
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| Habitual serial killers in a badge, nigga
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| And yet they get offended when niggas see the flag different
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| Bite my Raf, sell 'em to the high bidder
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| Caught up in the march, like a hunnid miles in it
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| This the last dance, I don’t talk no jazz
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| I don’t got no fans in the stands, they’re killin'
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| It’s the last dance, I ain’t even gonna pass
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| Everybody got your back 'til your back go Pippen
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| Yeah, I came back on niggas
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| Back on charts, took a nap on them bitches
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| Yeah, I fell back on niggas
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| I been prayin' for my niggas, yeah,
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| And y’all don’t know the pain or the stress I live with
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| But I would not complain 'cause I’m blessed, my nigga
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| And I could remember when it was less, my nigga
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| And could remember when they could that I’m finished
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| Real authentic, I’m real, real heavy
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| And I be the weirds, they seem to super like me
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| Kill 'em with the flow, similes, allegories
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| In the belly of the storm, had to go a lil' sunny
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| Maajo, maajo (Nah, nah, I just, I-I)
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| Maajo, maajo, maajo (I just had to get)
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| (I had to rap on somethin' that grab me, you feel me)
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| Maajo, maajo (Hold that one up, yeah)
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| Maajo, maajo, maajo (What can I say?)
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| Way too fly, nigga, way too high
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| I’ma catch a body every eight, two times
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| Made hits like «Thriller»
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| Way too fly, nigga, way too high
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| I’ma catch a body every eight, two times
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| Sixteen killer, made hits like «Thriller» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MAAJO, artist - Wale. Album song The Imperfect Storm, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп