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Magic Lyrics - Artist : Lud Foe
Like I do magic (like I do magic)
Bitch, gang, gang Like I do magic (like I do magic) Run up on me and this shit gone get tragic Make a nigga disappear, like I do magic The police get behind me and disappear, like I do magic I whip a deuce into a four, like I do magic I dunk on a bitch, like I'm with the Lakers, they call me Magic I'm gettin' to that dough and I probably fucked more hoes than Magic You gettin' money, but when you goin' broke then disappear, magic They say "Lud Foe, how you blow up?" I don't know it was magic My homie caught a case, we caught the witness, they disappeared, magic Fuck CPD, they ran in my house, they ain't find me I was in the attic I got yo bitch up in the Wraith, looked up, she thought it was magic [?], I'm shootin' and [?] While yo bitch keep callin' my phone, she got a fat ass, she want me tap it Run up on me if you think it's an act and this MAC have you stumbling backwards Bitch, all of yo homies in caskets, we been stuffin' them in backwoods Bitch, I'll pull up and start blastin', I'll do a hit and start laughin' Smoking opp pack, where yo gun at? You better tote that I'm off the dome, I ain't even wrote that It's a cold world, where yo coat at? You get face shots, like a kodak I'm lookin' for you nigga, where yo block at? Ain't one up top, he forgot to cop that Drive a 6-trey, then unlock that Hit the block then I white chalk that I fall in the club like, where them bitches at? We in mini vans, lookin' for yo mans Where them niggas at? Shit that you do in the streets, never mention that He ain't know I have my heat I looked at that nigga like, bitch who you flinchin' at? I'm Chef Boyardee, I fuck up the pot Show me where the kitchen at We in the club and she can't keep focused, I'm where all her attention at Bitch I was checkin' attendance, where was your attendance at? Don't say you want war with us, cause if you start with us, bitch we gone fuck around finish that Pull on yo block, swingin' this brand new Glock .40 like a tennis racket Get knocked right out of yo socks, thought we was gone box, but no I'm gone kill his ass This clip full of hot shit, that's what I'ma fill his ass We hate this fuck nigga, let off 30 shots and it still ain't hit (shit) My bitch got a ass so fat, sittin' right on her back, her jeans, she can't even fit This pill got me rollin' hard, I got cotton mouth so bitch, I can't even spit Don't give no fuck who you go get, bitch, we gone kill you and whoever you with Try walkin' in my shoes, they don't even fit, cause bitch I'm real as it get Real as it get |
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