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the magic
Working the magic
Working the magic

I'm keeping it up as long as they're throwing the gasoline on fire 
I'm making a killing by speaking my mind

Risqué lil' hoes keep tryin', by the end of the day my M's gettin' wired
My own rims for every time we tried
I'm sensei and senseless, same time
Two

that b***h stuck Ooo
My money taller than you
No I'm not walkin by you
You made a lil thousand or 2
I spent that sh*t on some shoes
Walk in the club with

Kush Is My Cologne

E-40

The State vs. Radric Davis

2009

like a whole pound
Kush cologne, haze is her perfume
Bubba kush for breakfast, with my captain crunch
I smoke ten blunts before lunch
No that sounds

Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in

flow

Ma lil hitta yea 
Ma lil hitta nice
Gotta keep you round
For that shit on sight
Gotta couple rounds 
And we'll Get it done
Gang gang always 
And my

super saiyan, never need it for nothin

All these rapper fans on stackin' bands tryin' to make a lil' something
I'm feelin' like Tupac, baby, and how do

This life shit, ain't no joke, for real
Yeah, know this life shit get hard, day by day
Gotta be a man, face that shit, gotta overcome it
But just

it wasn't on
And by the time you got my letter I was long gone

Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos

Sidenote

Lil Tecca

We Love You Tecca

2019

Yeah
I just be chasin' my bag, hello
I just came for the racks, I'm gone
Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
I can tell that she

the fuck you switch when I ain't ask for you to ride
Know they picking sides
But I ain't Mrs. right
Cuz one thing ima always pick my niggas wrong or right

lil' baby, my shinin' star I love you forever, no matter where you are
You're the beat to my heart, the air that I breathe
With you by my side, there's

ain’t average so prepare
Hit it from the back feeling just like a snare
Take a seat on my lap like a chair
Lil mama are you suited for this lifestyle

If I send em I give em a bag 
FOE don’t do no playing 
Lil mama taste just like candy 
Birthday cake I’m doing my dance 
When you jump off the porch

didn't think twice)
Damn lil baby so bad she'll turn yo girlfriend to a dyke
(Oh my oh my)

Up all night we don't never snooze
(Hell naw)
I've been

barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma

fly her ass out for once
(Fly her ass out for once)

I pulled lil' mama by the waist
Showed a couple bands and shawty' got too lit
(Yea-yeah)
Shootin'

eBae, my lil bae from the internet
My eyes follow her angles in her pics, I’m mona lisa
I can tell by how she post that lil baby might be single
Fuck

wanna get high (get high)
We sent that boy to the sky
I think that lil' shorty my type (my type)
She high like the 4th of July
That nigga ain't totin'

of those places
I always wanted to go to for some reason like
It just feels like I should be there
At some point in my life
And I think this is the perfect

drive by

Ayo, this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son
The future, young king
Bless up, let's get it
Young Money

still with my crew
I can't barely move 
Cause you got me stuck 
I'm still in my shoes 
Winning for the loose 
You see where the pain is 
Why you came

and yeah I'm talking muscle, muscle
Now I'm in the game I'm feeling like I'm Russel, Russel
For my lil sister lord please save and rest her soul
For my

Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her