Song parody of
Magic (feat. Vnkh)
by 2Khrome
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I won't have it
Got a Khrome lil glock it's Magic
No niggas don't want no static
No games this shit can get real tragic
Why you got ya lil hoe by your side in the passenger seat
Yeah she up in a panic
My bros running up and blamming
Get you wrapped up I'm not talkin ceramic
I can make a song in two point five
Lil nigga don't waste my time
That bitch she want the dick
She want the tip
No she ain't getting a dime
My niggas been hitting these licks and flipping these bricks
Bitch I'm on my grind
And I ain't talkin bout no Disney Bitch but I'mma let it shine
That thot heart full of grime
She sour lemon-lime
Snatch souls like it's a crime
Hell yea that head sublime
Wish I could turn back time
Make that shit new like Magic
That's what we call rewind
Make change in living lavish
I won't have it
Got a Khrome lil glock it's Magic
No niggas don't want no static
No games this shit can get real tragic
Why you got your lil hoe by your side in the passenger seat
Yeah she up in a panic
My bros running up and blamming
Get you wrapped up I'm not talking ceramic
Get you wrapped up
Stuck in the Yuk
I'm a young nigga that came from the muck
Sharp like a blade
I just came with the cuts
Fresh like the runway
I walk with a strut
Ankh in the building treat me like King Tut
You broke and You sick
I call you a pup
I roll up my green
I'm all out of luck
She drunk on the goose
I told her just duck
Back to the topic
I got an opp I'm gone pop it
She wanna fuck I got options
Bouta make a new deposit
Heart broke not my wallet
You should know that you not it
If you get it prolly flop it
Like carti Imma Die Lit
We dying lit
Yeah lil bitch we dying lit
I can't mess with no treesh
That just want my chips
She gotta dip
I can't feel my face
This lil bitch talking I'm not having it
No you can not have my breesh
No bitch you can not have my kids
I won't have it
Got a Khrome lil glock it's Magic
No niggas don't want no static
No games this shit can get real tragic
Why you got your lil hoe by your side in the passenger seat
Yeah she up in a panic
My bros running up and blamming
Get you wrapped up I'm not talking ceramic
You could never ever do me
Teo drifting round town
Catching oppas lacking in the two seat
Hit you with the red or blue beam
Niggas think we using magic
No tricks up in my sleeve we blasting
Early dismissal nigga now your class ends
Spinning with blickys semis automatics
I won't have it
Got a Khrome lil glock it's Magic
No niggas don't want no static
No games this shit can get real tragic
Why you got ya lil hoe by your side in the passenger seat
Yeah she up in a panic
My bros running up and blamming
Get you wrapped up I'm not talkin ceramic
I can make a song in two point five
Lil nigga don't waste my time
That bitch she want the dick
She want the tip
No she ain't getting a dime
My niggas been hitting these licks and flipping these bricks
Bitch I'm on my grind
And I ain't talkin bout no Disney Bitch but I'mma let it shine
That thot heart full of grime
She sour lemon-lime
Snatch souls like it's a crime
Hell yea that head sublime
Wish I could turn back time
Make that shit new like Magic
That's what we call rewind
Make change in living lavish
I won't have it
Got a Khrome lil glock it's Magic
No niggas don't want no static
No games this shit can get real tragic
Why you got your lil hoe by your side in the passenger seat
Yeah she up in a panic
My bros running up and blamming
Get you wrapped up I'm not talking ceramic
Get you wrapped up
Stuck in the Yuk
I'm a young nigga that came from the muck
Sharp like a blade
I just came with the cuts
Fresh like the runway
I walk with a strut
Ankh in the building treat me like King Tut
You broke and You sick
I call you a pup
I roll up my green
I'm all out of luck
She drunk on the goose
I told her just duck
Back to the topic
I got an opp I'm gone pop it
She wanna fuck I got options
Bouta make a new deposit
Heart broke not my wallet
You should know that you not it
If you get it prolly flop it
Like carti Imma Die Lit
We dying lit
Yeah lil bitch we dying lit
I can't mess with no treesh
That just want my chips
She gotta dip
I can't feel my face
This lil bitch talking I'm not having it
No you can not have my breesh
No bitch you can not have my kids
I won't have it
Got a Khrome lil glock it's Magic
No niggas don't want no static
No games this shit can get real tragic
Why you got your lil hoe by your side in the passenger seat
Yeah she up in a panic
My bros running up and blamming
Get you wrapped up I'm not talking ceramic
You could never ever do me
Teo drifting round town
Catching oppas lacking in the two seat
Hit you with the red or blue beam
Niggas think we using magic
No tricks up in my sleeve we blasting
Early dismissal nigga now your class ends
Spinning with blickys semis automatics
