I got the mojo back
He see me pull in
Start running a 40
I think it's a 4.4 flat
I got the mojo back
So many snakes in the yard
I got rid of the lawn
So they won't come back
I met a shorty
While I was recording
And I ain't get nothin' done
No breaks full throttle
Think it's the bottle
Cause she want another one
Son of a gun
Yeah it's one in the trunk
And he pop like a father
He one of us
Me plus her friends
Equal one hell of a party
To sum it up
Niqqas think chase for clout
On the net is about to get me
I ain't dumb enough
Ain't nobody give me this
I make shit flip
When we was coming up
By middle school
I was bout my business
Fresh khakis and a button up
I done seen so many
Change on me
So I stay low key
And I run it up
Back then she ain't wanna talk
Hang out now my name in her mouth
Don't suck it up
Back in the air
But her face in a pillow
Please don't wake ya mova up
Clothes back on
Now she eyeing me
Saying naw don't leave
Let's cuddle up
She get whatever she want
But now right now
Gotta get this money up
I got the mojo back
He see me pull in
Start running a 40
I think it's a 4.4 flat
I got the mojo back
So many snakes in the yard
I got rid of the lawn
So they won't come back
I met a shorty
While I was recording
And I ain't get nothin' done
No breaks full throttle
Think it's the bottle
Cause she want another one
Son of a gun
Yeah it's one in the trunk
And he pop like a father
He one of us
Me plus the gang
Equal on hell of a party
To sum it up
My niqqas grew up hustlers and shooters
They say show me your friends
I'll tell you your future
Middle school grades slipped up
Nineth grade then I lucked up
Got a trap house tutor
Want some done right do it yourself
But I still ain't flex
When they seen my muscle
Said I was done
Put it all on the shelf
But I feel like rich man
I love that hustle
He run a 4.4
Caught em' on the fourth floor
Looking like Bruh Man
With his dumb ass
I got a lot more
Then what I came for
Now he wanna talk it out
Naw f*ck that
She me the bread
Or I'll show you where the trunk at
Now he evicted
You can't come back
I got the mojo
All by my dolo
She see the dough in the bag
And she love that
I got the mojo back
He see me pull in
Start running a 40
I think it's a 4.4 flat
I got the mojo back
So many snakes in the yard
I got rid of the lawn
So they won't come back
Life of Zhae - 4.4 FLAT Lyrics
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I got the mojo back
He see me pull in
Start running a 40
I think it's a 4.4 flat
I got the mojo back
So many snakes in the yard
I got rid of the lawn
So they won't come back
I met a shorty
While I was recording
And I ain't get nothin' done
No breaks full throttle
Think it's the bottle
Cause she want another one
Son of a gun
Yeah it's one in the trunk
And he pop like a father
He one of us
Me plus her friends
Equal one hell of a party
To sum it up
Niqqas think chase for clout
On the net is about to get me
I ain't dumb enough
Ain't nobody give me this
I make shit flip
When we was coming up
By middle school
I was bout my business
Fresh khakis and a button up
I done seen so many
Change on me
So I stay low key
And I run it up
Back then she ain't wanna talk
Hang out now my name in her mouth
Don't suck it up
Back in the air
But her face in a pillow
Please don't wake ya mova up
Clothes back on
Now she eyeing me
Saying naw don't leave
Let's cuddle up
She get whatever she want
But now right now
Gotta get this money up
I got the mojo back
He see me pull in
Start running a 40
I think it's a 4.4 flat
I got the mojo back
So many snakes in the yard
I got rid of the lawn
So they won't come back
I met a shorty
While I was recording
And I ain't get nothin' done
No breaks full throttle
Think it's the bottle
Cause she want another one
Son of a gun
Yeah it's one in the trunk
And he pop like a father
He one of us
Me plus the gang
Equal on hell of a party
To sum it up
My niqqas grew up hustlers and shooters
They say show me your friends
I'll tell you your future
Middle school grades slipped up
Nineth grade then I lucked up
Got a trap house tutor
Want some done right do it yourself
But I still ain't flex
When they seen my muscle
Said I was done
Put it all on the shelf
But I feel like rich man
I love that hustle
He run a 4.4
Caught em' on the fourth floor
Looking like Bruh Man
With his dumb ass
I got a lot more
Then what I came for
Now he wanna talk it out
Naw f*ck that
She me the bread
Or I'll show you where the trunk at
Now he evicted
You can't come back
I got the mojo
All by my dolo
She see the dough in the bag
And she love that
I got the mojo back
He see me pull in
Start running a 40
I think it's a 4.4 flat
I got the mojo back
So many snakes in the yard
I got rid of the lawn
So they won't come back
He see me pull in
Start running a 40
I think it's a 4.4 flat
I got the mojo back
So many snakes in the yard
I got rid of the lawn
So they won't come back
I met a shorty
While I was recording
And I ain't get nothin' done
No breaks full throttle
Think it's the bottle
Cause she want another one
Son of a gun
Yeah it's one in the trunk
And he pop like a father
He one of us
Me plus her friends
Equal one hell of a party
To sum it up
Niqqas think chase for clout
On the net is about to get me
I ain't dumb enough
Ain't nobody give me this
I make shit flip
When we was coming up
By middle school
I was bout my business
Fresh khakis and a button up
I done seen so many
Change on me
So I stay low key
And I run it up
Back then she ain't wanna talk
Hang out now my name in her mouth
Don't suck it up
Back in the air
But her face in a pillow
Please don't wake ya mova up
Clothes back on
Now she eyeing me
Saying naw don't leave
Let's cuddle up
She get whatever she want
But now right now
Gotta get this money up
I got the mojo back
He see me pull in
Start running a 40
I think it's a 4.4 flat
I got the mojo back
So many snakes in the yard
I got rid of the lawn
So they won't come back
I met a shorty
While I was recording
And I ain't get nothin' done
No breaks full throttle
Think it's the bottle
Cause she want another one
Son of a gun
Yeah it's one in the trunk
And he pop like a father
He one of us
Me plus the gang
Equal on hell of a party
To sum it up
My niqqas grew up hustlers and shooters
They say show me your friends
I'll tell you your future
Middle school grades slipped up
Nineth grade then I lucked up
Got a trap house tutor
Want some done right do it yourself
But I still ain't flex
When they seen my muscle
Said I was done
Put it all on the shelf
But I feel like rich man
I love that hustle
He run a 4.4
Caught em' on the fourth floor
Looking like Bruh Man
With his dumb ass
I got a lot more
Then what I came for
Now he wanna talk it out
Naw f*ck that
She me the bread
Or I'll show you where the trunk at
Now he evicted
You can't come back
I got the mojo
All by my dolo
She see the dough in the bag
And she love that
I got the mojo back
He see me pull in
Start running a 40
I think it's a 4.4 flat
I got the mojo back
So many snakes in the yard
I got rid of the lawn
So they won't come back
Writer: Azhae Jobes
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