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fumez the engineer & mojo – mojo x fumez the engineer – plugged in lyrics

[intro: 88 & mojo]
88, you get me?
soon home

been plugged in
trust me, free my n+gga

shout my n+gga mojo, next up man
trust me, we outside, we outside, ice

baow, baow
[verse]
let me tell you the truth, they ain’t handlin’ me (no, they ain’t)
two got dropped, they ain’t handling three (uh)
real side, me and teey damagin’ neeks
london field where the savages be (lf)
i put my phone on airplane mode
i’m ready to go, don’t lack in these streets (i’m out)
they ain’t had single, no batterin’ neeks
in the studio spittin’, no batterin’ beats (aysh, aysh)
new gun, man aim and squeeze
make my man bleed like forensics clean+up
caught him and taught him a lesson like a teacher
gun smoke lookin’ like i just brough shisha
++++ got bun, ++++ got bun, and stally couldn’t hold these shots like a keeper
88 saw him, made my man freeze up
fed him big blades, tell the fat boy, “eat up” (eat up, eat up)
gun just come with extended clip
this trigger too sensitive (rrah)
the way i’ve been scorin’ in the field
i swear i should’ve been in the premiership
blood, trauma, i cheffed him quick
ptsd from the things i did (uh)
rollin’, shotgun controllin’, try smoke him, but it jammed on him
i+i, i hate that this life got the best of me
i fell in love with gettin’ down neeks
i splash my man, give him ptsd
the way i scarred him, he remembers me
i chinged man down with t and b
i ain’t c+cky, it’s my expertise
and i just got a dotts and the smarties
call it sia and the way that it beats (hahaha)
i’ve been plugged in way before plugged in
if bro touch him then i gotta jump in
tallest cuttin’ then damz cuttin’, lil e cuttin’, yeah, we all cut skin
romaine’s sister been passed like a zoot
i can swear to you that we all f+cked it (uh)
bh should work in a salon, go ask ++++ the way he touch wigs (shaved)
rollin’, rollin’, p+ssed it jammed
coulda been strawberry jam on his clothing
if i’m in the four door truck, see opps on the road, they’re p+ssed ‘cah i’m goin’ bowling (whoop)
man wet suttin’ down on the main road and left my driver petrified
all this risin’ up, got the scoreboard pilin’ up, so they stay inside (inside)
i got bands all countin’, that’s why i hate my bae when we’re spendin’ time (i hate her)
i’m a broad day banger, i do the work so quick and swiftly
and have faith that it weren’t on camera
me and dama, i got the woosh (i’ve got it)
now, man’s servin’ shots like a trapper
on volts, suttin’ got smoked
why do they act like it don’t matter?
we dropped them so my opps started teamin’
the csgs left the paigons sleepin’
two got dropped, we’re streakin’
light this zoot while their mothers are grievin’ (light it)
chest shot, take out my rambo bleedin’
screamin’ when i shoved it deep in (uh)
in the field, demon, we speedin’
i don’t give chances, i’m far from minion
clutch that gauge, suttin’ nearly got hit
i drill for free, would’ve thought i got paid
me and teey wet suttin’ in manor
suttin’ ++++ try put him in graves (my drills)
and with tallest, that’s h+ll on earth
on the k!ll street, need to catch more k (uh)
on my life, you ain’t no savage if you need drugs, you ain’t assistin’ to drill
word to bh, i was with him in the 9, tryna re+enact how j got k!lled
my man got drilled in front of civils
had them lookin’ and frightened feel
we’re winning this beef ‘cah we’re two nil up
if we draw more then the victory sealed (aysh, aysh, aysh, aysh)
[outro]

ayo, tr, go brazy on these n+ggas, man
ayy, zyron blue, is that you?

- fumez the engineer mojo lyrics

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