Magic Lyrics

Tell ya off the top I'm bossed up, you ain't talkin' money don't talk us
I'm steady stacking that gwac up
Ball hard then you when I'm locked up
You type of nigga just pop up
When nigga rolling that kush huh
Got mine growing like grape vines
In the backyard, come look, bruh
I pull up, hop out, bad hoe just popped out
Hey nigga better watch out, still ride wit that glock out [?] it's hostile and aggressive yall come check it dawg
Spend a couple of mills, no stress at all
Big bank roll no checks at all
FYI Im flexin yall game ain't won professional
You small ball like golf balls
I basketball, go ask your broad
Tell her legs open sesame
Abracadabra, she wet for me
Like ta-da, voila, gucci louie [?] prada, ah

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Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot
Leavin' magic
Two bad bitches & I got 'em out of magic
The way I make that work -disappear call it magic
Sipping on the purple and the yellow drinking magic.
Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot
Leavin' magic
Two bad bitches & I got 'em out of magic
The way I make that work- disappear call magic
Sipping on the purple and yellow drinking magic.
Voila! magic, voila! magic, voila! magic, voila! magic
Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot
Leavin' magic
Sipping on the purple and yellow drinking magic.
On my way to aspen, I forgot to do my taxes
Call up my accountant, he gone make it to magic Had to get a driver just to drop me at the airport (for what?)
The way I smoked the blunts man I burned 'em up like newport (smoke up)
$50, 000 on a superstar's attire (design!)
Ke & young future bringin' them the fire
All this damn cash make a bitch wanna retire
Gotta drop a half a brick you wanna put me on a flyer
'Cuse me but my lingo crazy
See these diamonds ain't none of 'em forgave me
Two bad bitches wanna f*ck me the greatest
Aye young g in a brand new mercedes
Turn out the lot I'm a do a 180
For the haters I'm a gone 'head & do a 360
Drinkin' on sprite got lean all day
I'm a astronaut nigga better chruch my pimpin'

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Billionaire boy that's true inspiration
Learned the astronaut kid no such thing as limitation
Flyin' down 20 in the mothaf*ckin' spaceship
Just left magic in the mothaf*ckin' (dayship?)
Two bitches trailin' in a platinum infiniti
Gotta thing for me, don't wanna sing for me, they like my energy, I'm a embassy
I know tricks like cris angel
Ion trick but I could make you famous
You could disappear from yo past life
You a real [?] no outta sight
I'm pluto talkin', jimmy walkin' when you walkin'
I used to be fly but now I'm hawkin'
I was an earthlin' now I'm sifi
While I, I stay high]
My bitches on they high horse
I double back like two cups
And pull out in that new porshe

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