DJ Fresh
DJ Fresh
Hey can y do me a favor? No
On the count of three
Can all y 'all say it at once
I got my mojo
Ready? Y say it countin' round tho
One Two Three
You gon' lose your mojo
if you cannot keep that
powder out your nose
And what's a super bad bitch
if she cannot keep that
powder out her nose?
Oh no, oh no, oh no
I couldn't tell if it was
Tina or Baloo,
should I be like them?
She ain't taking a dupe,
but no flush,
I wonder what she be doing
Nose looking like Rudolph's,
who you fooling?
Silly me, thinking I'm a super -pea,
put her on de tox
Clean her up, she'll get cheese,
couldn't believe it
She turn into a playboy bunny,
strange men would just walk
up and offer her money
But since she was dim
and add to a niggas flossage
Gucci bags start piling up
in her closets
She the out of nowhere,
three months in they getting it
Started noticing,
sometimes she be sniffling
Sleepin' all day,
fussin' the whole time she wake
Found a burnt piece of foil in the hallway
And you'd expect me to kiss those lips?
All her money come up missin',
I ain't postin' trip, bitch
You gon' lose your mojo
if you cannot keep that powder
out your nose
What's a super bad bitch
if she cannot keep that
powder out her nose?
Oh no, oh no, oh no
With a hot beat, come at home
smelling like some shit I never smell
Ask her what it is,
but a dope fiend'll never tell
An d now she wanna leave,
say she hate what she doing
And bitch, why you in Vegas, prostitute?
Yeah, the same way you was when I met you
I know you wanna quit the heroin,
but it won't let you
You gon' lose your mojo
if you cannot keep that
powder out your nose
Tryna tell her, homie, uh,
I don't get it, I don't get it
It was a super bad bitch
and she cannot keep that powder out,
hello
Man this bitch gave up her motherfuckin'
I got that Gucci collection
for a pipe
You gon' root your mo jo
Can I believe this shit my nigga,
can you believe this?
Mami when I picked her up, mami
She was, she was sittin' on the sidewalk
in front of a motherfuckin'
Motel 6 my nigga
Nig ga
I put her in the car, nigga
Shot straight to Vegas, right?
This motherfucker so fucked up homie
This motherfucker like noddin' off
fallin' asleep in the passenger seat
In the motherfuckin' passenger seat,
my nigga,
can you be lieve this shit?
Then the motherfuckin' get their shit right,
nigga,
nigga get to flippin' around in the bed,
nigga, get their shit right
Now they wanna act like
they somebody that,
you know what sayin', that they really ain't
Shit, like, like,
like when I first picked you up,
you didn't have a,
a gang of motherfuckin' wounds
in your arms and shit
You shootin' shit in your
motherfuckin' arm
or breakin' out
or whatever the fuck was goin' on,
I don't know
Like, like, like, like your whole life,
life's possessions wasn't in one little
funky stankin' ass bag or somethin',
you know what sayin'?
Motherfucker came through there
and scoops your motherfuckin' ass up
Fed your ass, barked your ass back to life
Put some motherfuckin'
electricity in your ass
Then you get to shinin'
and get to lookin' good all on me,
you know what I'm sayin'?
And then you wanna act like, what?
Then fuck it, nigga, fuck it
It's all good, though,
unappreciative motherfuckin'
You gon' lose your mojo
if you cannot keep that powder out your nose