Purple Magic - Bass Boosted Version
Blue on my blade
Got me feeling just like Magik
Choppa on my waist
High tech
Toting gadgets
Yeah we up
It let it spray
We don't pop out
With no hat tricks
Yeah my shooters
They don't play
This shit real it
Ain't no magic
With my soldiers
And they stay on go
In the back of the vette with a pretty bad bitch
That I barely even know (Yeah)
Smellin' shit up my nose
And you know we in the back
Chillin' with my bros (Woah)
In the back with the gang rollin'
Pressure in the truck so I thought
That you should know (Ahh, ahh)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
That bitch wanna fuck
I say yeah (Yeah)
Seein' a whole lotta red
Demons all up in my head
They telling me I should be dead
Pretty please can you stop talking
Cause I really don't care
About what you said (Said)
And if a fuckboy wanna start talking
Down on the gang
Then we fill em' with lead (Yeah yeah)
Blue on my blade
Got me feeling just like Magik
Choppa on my waist
High tech
Toting gadgets
Yeah we up
It let it spray
We don't pop out
With no hat tricks
Yeah my shooters
They don't play
This shit real it
Ain't no magic
Got me feeling just like Magik
Choppa on my waist
High tech
Toting gadgets
Yeah we up
It let it spray
We don't pop out
With no hat tricks
Yeah my shooters
They don't play
This shit real it
Ain't no magic
With my soldiers
And they stay on go
In the back of the vette with a pretty bad bitch
That I barely even know (Yeah)
Smellin' shit up my nose
And you know we in the back
Chillin' with my bros (Woah)
In the back with the gang rollin'
Pressure in the truck so I thought
That you should know (Ahh, ahh)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
That bitch wanna fuck
I say yeah (Yeah)
Seein' a whole lotta red
Demons all up in my head
They telling me I should be dead
Pretty please can you stop talking
Cause I really don't care
About what you said (Said)
And if a fuckboy wanna start talking
Down on the gang
Then we fill em' with lead (Yeah yeah)
Blue on my blade
Got me feeling just like Magik
Choppa on my waist
High tech
Toting gadgets
Yeah we up
It let it spray
We don't pop out
With no hat tricks
Yeah my shooters
They don't play
This shit real it
Ain't no magic
Credits
Writer(s): Satori Kyson
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