Lyrics:
Is where my head resides
Soulless petrified
Magic in my head has died
Ressurect affection ain't no blessings in my second life
Second guessing
the throat (MAGIC!!)
Big tings a gwan
Wanti-Wanti can’t get it
Am I doing too much or you ain’t doing enough
(Holla at a scholaaaaar!)
Getti-getti nah wanti
Shame boy
Shades
Shades
Shades
Shades
Shades
Tall, slim, short, fat
In between and all of that (Shades)
Tall, slim, short, fat
In between and all of that
the thing
That's what's hard
To be the kind of Bard
That would like to sing the nice thing
I'd prefer to sing the nice thing
Yes I would
That'd be good
Yes I
ain't chubby, she choosey)
Anything the slim hoes can do, she can do it better (I'm BBW curious)
Anything the slim hoes can do, she can do it better
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
tragic, yeen fuckin' with it
Now come on down to the magic city
And they say it's real tragic, yeen fuckin' with it
First off nigga, I'ma start by sayin'
John McEnroe
Me, I'm cool I keep my jewels intact (c'mon)
Loon ain't type of dude that'll move like that (that's right)
Don't compare me to no boozy cat
world
She got that magic, hey hey
So, if you're with me, hey hey hey
Dance right on with me, hey hey hey
'Cause there ain't nothing like it
myself,
Feeling myself, on shotgun, shoot it twice, shoot it thrice,
Make it stop, drop and roll and throw the dice, throw the dice yeah
Ain't that nice
Dripping head to toe you know the sauce forever salty
Let her drive the boat cuz what comes after is beyond me
Lil bro hit a lick he acting stupid that ain't
good when she 80
I like 'em slim, I like 'em juicy
I like 'em ratchet, I like 'em bougie
I like 'em nice, I like 'em snooty
Look at that cutie big 'ole
make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red shit
make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red shit
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
flow just like a river
And her power make me quiver
Yah she red hot
Messin with that magic
You better not
Got a tight red dress
Slim waist
Now I'm
outdo's come in I heat ya
You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya
Don't worry 'bout that burglar comin' to creep ya
He trapped by alarms
When it's cold outdo's come in I heat ya
You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya
Don't worry 'bout that burglar comin' to creep ya
He trapped by
Sugar spice and I ain't nothing nice
My clothes my shoes expensive merchandise
Attitude nasty real cold like ice
I think I got y'all shook like
Magnificent, I'm acting bad with Slim and Mike
I'm that boy that you see, rolling them rims you like
I'm pimping dykes, either wearing Tim's or Nike's
Haters
two words to describe my team
One is nice the other is none other than mean
Can't get enough of slim I guess the errbody a fiend
Just give me one shot
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha mornin' by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh
the motherfucking police I screamed as if I pumped that same NWA tape
Raped by your message of hate I was already shattered walked the streets tattered
Battered but
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