Magic Stick
(Enrgy made this one)
I ain't gettin' on a plane but my bag can fit
I just beat her doonies down, ahh
I ain't gettin' on a plane but my bags can fit
I just beat her doonies down with a magic stick
I'll hit-stick a bitch like Madden Six
I had to buy some baggy jeans so the cash can fit
Into old school like my pops but my dad legit
I ain't never had no fuckin' license but my bag legit
Mossberg, hit 'em from the front, do a backwards flip
Playing with the kitty like a coochie, tell the cat do tricks
Boy you got them tight-ass jeans on, bet a stack can't fit
Boy I heard your bitch cheating on you, you better smack that bitch
Nah, my nigga why you, damn you smacked that bitch?
I was just playin', you ain't even had to smack that bitch
Money fallin' over, I ain't even had to stack that shit
She already stuffed, and I ain't even had to pack that bitch
How the fuck you made it to the top? Gotta stack that shit
How the fuck you blew up off of words? You gotta rap that shit
How the fuck you mail it on a plane? You gotta wrap that shit
How the fuck you made it out the hood? I had to rap, that's it
I made a song called Coochie, and I was, damn
I made a song called Coochie, and I was rappin' now they know me now
I just took a nigga shit, gave it back, now he owe me now
(Like, like what the fuck? Like, damn)
Told a bitch I don't wanna fuck if I can't fuck your friend with you
Baby I can't spend a night I gotta' go, I'm not staying with you
Even if I was drunk, when I got done fuckin' I ain't laying with you
No, I might just cuddle with your lil' pretty ass, I was playin' with you
No, I might just hit your best friend and your other best friend, I need three of you
I'm the only one really believing you
Can't nobody else really see what I see in you
Baby girl, I still think of you when I ain't seeing you
I'll probably be gone for a while, but I ain't leaving you, aye
Why would I do that if you stayed down even since I knew you, girl?
How I just met you, and it feel like I been knew you girl?
Sexy bad bitch, when they step out, they like, "Who you gir", ahh
I ain't gettin' on a plane but my bag can fit
I just beat her doonies down, ahh
I ain't gettin' on a plane but my bags can fit
I just beat her doonies down with a magic stick
I'll hit-stick a bitch like Madden Six
I had to buy some baggy jeans so the cash can fit
Into old school like my pops but my dad legit
I ain't never had no fuckin' license but my bag legit
Mossberg, hit 'em from the front, do a backwards flip
Playing with the kitty like a coochie, tell the cat do tricks
Boy you got them tight-ass jeans on, bet a stack can't fit
Boy I heard your bitch cheating on you, you better smack that bitch
Nah, my nigga why you, damn you smacked that bitch?
I was just playin', you ain't even had to smack that bitch
Money fallin' over, I ain't even had to stack that shit
She already stuffed, and I ain't even had to pack that bitch
How the fuck you made it to the top? Gotta stack that shit
How the fuck you blew up off of words? You gotta rap that shit
How the fuck you mail it on a plane? You gotta wrap that shit
How the fuck you made it out the hood? I had to rap, that's it
I made a song called Coochie, and I was, damn
I made a song called Coochie, and I was rappin' now they know me now
I just took a nigga shit, gave it back, now he owe me now
(Like, like what the fuck? Like, damn)
Told a bitch I don't wanna fuck if I can't fuck your friend with you
Baby I can't spend a night I gotta' go, I'm not staying with you
Even if I was drunk, when I got done fuckin' I ain't laying with you
No, I might just cuddle with your lil' pretty ass, I was playin' with you
No, I might just hit your best friend and your other best friend, I need three of you
I'm the only one really believing you
Can't nobody else really see what I see in you
Baby girl, I still think of you when I ain't seeing you
I'll probably be gone for a while, but I ain't leaving you, aye
Why would I do that if you stayed down even since I knew you, girl?
How I just met you, and it feel like I been knew you girl?
Sexy bad bitch, when they step out, they like, "Who you gir", ahh
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Dearborn, Yn Jay
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