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Data di rilascio: 06.09.2018
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Magic |
Run up on me and this shit gone get tragic |
Make a nigga disappear, like I do magic |
The police get behind me and disappear, like I do magic |
I whip a deuce into a four, like I do magic |
I dunk on a bitch, like I’m with the Lakers, they call me Magic |
I’m gettin' to that dough and I probably fucked more hoes than Magic |
You gettin' money, but when you goin' broke then disappear, magic |
They say «Lud Foe, how you blow up?"I don’t know it was magic |
My homie caught a case, we caught the witness, they disappeared, magic |
Fuck CPD, they ran in my house, they ain’t find me I was in the attic |
I got yo bitch up in the Wraith, looked up, she thought it was magic |
, I’m shootin' and |
While yo bitch keep callin' my phone, she got a fat ass, she want me tap it |
Run up on me if you think it’s an act and this MAC have you stumbling backwards |
Bitch, all of yo homies in caskets, we been stuffin' them in backwoods |
Bitch, I’ll pull up and start blastin', I’ll do a hit and start laughin' |
Smoking opp pack, where yo gun at? You better tote that |
I’m off the dome, I ain’t even wrote that |
It’s a cold world, where yo coat at? |
You get face shots, like a kodak |
I’m lookin' for you nigga, where yo block at? |
Ain’t one up top, he forgot to cop that |
Drive a 6-trey, then unlock that |
Hit the block then I white chalk that |
I fall in the club like, where them bitches at? |
We in mini vans, lookin' for yo mans |
Where them niggas at? |
Shit that you do in the streets, never mention that |
He ain’t know I have my heat |
I looked at that nigga like, bitch who you flinchin' at? |
I’m Chef Boyardee, I fuck up the pot |
Show me where the kitchen at |
We in the club and she can’t keep focused, I’m where all her attention at |
Bitch I was checkin' attendance, where was your attendance at? |
Don’t say you want war with us, cause if you start with us, bitch we gone fuck |
around finish that |
Pull on yo block, swingin' this brand new Glock .40 like a tennis racket |
Get knocked right out of yo socks, thought we was gone box, but no I’m gone |
kill his ass |
This clip full of hot shit, that’s what I’ma fill his ass |
We hate this fuck nigga, let off 30 shots and it still ain’t hit (shit) |
My bitch got a ass so fat, sittin' right on her back, her jeans, |
she can’t even fit |
This pill got me rollin' hard, I got cotton mouth so bitch, I can’t even spit |
Don’t give no fuck who you go get, bitch, we gone kill you and whoever you with |
Try walkin' in my shoes, they don’t even fit, cause bitch I’m real as it get |
Real as it get |