Magic

Why you talking to me like im one of these other niggas
You know what it is
You know how we get down over here
This shit aint nothing

Can I come grab it or what
That pussy make magic or what
Soon as I land bitch it's up
Two - Tone the Patek they mad
Whole lotta blues I got bags
Slut that bitch out I might pass her
Hand on that stick like a dancer
Swipe the whole card it aint shit
Know that it's wet and it grips
If I left the trap then it's real
Fuck off that pack and a pill
That pussy magic or what (magic or what)
That pussy magic or what (magic or what)
That pussy magic or what (magic or what)
That pussy magic or what

Whole lotta ass she gone throw that shit back
While I pop me a perky
Maybach off white but that bitch Louie V
She gone fuck like I'm Virgil
Light up a stick she gone role down the window
And laugh when I burn em
Just left the trap for a pair of new Jordans
My niggas will purge em
Hoe bring yo friends I got gang in this bitch
Whole lotta red a parfait in this bitch
Sticks in the pillows and bricks in the sheets
Like where the fuck im gonna lay in this bitch
Pull up on me I got birds in the chop
Made a few M's this aint regular Wok
Buss that bitch down I might fuck on her now
(Inaudible)

Can I come grab it or what
That pussy make magic or what
Soon as I land bitch it's up
Two - Tone the Patek they mad
Whole lotta blues I got bags
Slut that bitch out I might pass her
Hand on that stick like a dancer
Swipe the whole card it aint shit
Know that it's wet and it grips
If I left the trap then it's real
Fuck off that pack and a pill
That pussy magic or what (magic or what)
That pussy magic or what (magic or what)
That pussy magic or what (magic or what)
That pussy magic or what



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Writer(s): Marquis Jackson
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