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letra de magic - blimes and gab

[verse 1: blimes]
my game getting hot
like a latte with the foam
i been around the globe, yeah
but, mama, i’m coming home
the facetime is money
i got a schedule for my phone
my baseline ain’t budging, nah
so take ya budget head on home
look, i been writing and living this
y’all are just ventriloquists
you don’t really live for it
no handles, need to get a grip
no candles, never get ’em lit
i’ll call em out, we on they heads like pigeon sh-t
we hittin’ targets, then we aiming again
it was written, saw it coming like a change in the wind
y’all at practice, you just playing pretend
nowadays, we don’t play ’til the payment is in, amen

[refrain]
i worked my hands to the bone to get here
no one showed me the ropes, i learned ’em on my own
no miracles, no smoke, no mirrors
i took my time and turned it into gold
[chorus]
see, i ain’t never had it
now i’m makin’ it appear and it’s clear everything i do is magic
yeah, all i do is rap, get stacks, man, the sh-t is automatic
and i ain’t gotta worry, 32 up on the jersey, call me magic
everything i do is magic

[post-chorus]
get the f-ck outta my way (get the f-ck outta my way)
you know that i celebrate (you know that i celebrate)
y’all just be riding my wave (y’all just be riding my wave)
so get the f-ck outta my way (get the f-ck outta my way)
get the f-ck outta my way (get the f-ck outta my way)
you know that i celebrate (you know that i celebrate)
y’all just be riding my wave (y’all just be riding my wave)
get the f-ck outta my way, ayy (get the f-ck outta my way)

[verse 2: gab]
oh yup, i’m ’bout to go up
when i get started like casey carter, i promise you i’ma blow up
i’m osama the bomba, cartagena the don
n-ggas defending my honor, and that’s real sh-t
i can go from real chill to real n-gga real quick
it don’t take much for me to detonate the k!ll switch
roll my own blunts just to separate ya bullsh-t
keep the tool kit for them n-ggas talking foolish
who this? it’s that b-tch that you love to hate
always on the scene like a cutaway
gettin’ to the green, ain’t no other way
it’s all up in my dna, ayy-ayy
hustle harder than i ever have
i was kitty corner to the cul-de-sac
started from the bottom near the lower half
never plan on going back
baby, i’ma need a quarter sack just to call you back, yeah
[chorus]
see, i ain’t never had it
now i’m makin’ it appear and it’s clear everything i do is magic
yeah, all i do is rap, get stacks, man, the sh-t is automatic
and i ain’t gotta worry, 32 up on the jersey, call me magic
everything i do is magic

[post-chorus]
get the f-ck outta my way (get the f-ck outta my way)
you know that i celebrate (you know that i celebrate)
y’all just be riding my wave (y’all just be riding my wave)
so get the f-ck outta my way (get the f-ck outta my way)
get the f-ck outta my way (get the f-ck outta my way, yeah)
you know that i celebrate (you know that i celebrate, ayy)
y’all just be riding my wave (y’all just be riding my wave)
get the f-ck outta my way, ayy (get the f-ck outta my way, ayy, yeah)

[verse 3: iamsu!]
david copperfield in the field, got magic
my shot nothing but the net like dragic
jordan 1 fragments, i can’t be stagnant
special cloth alert, it costs for these fabrics
i got passion and drive to be great
why you hatin’, but you smile in my face?
yeah, off-white on my waist
hear a beat levitate, ball like kobe, number 8
writing hits since the playground
can somebody tell the top i’m on my way now?
grew up in a great town, now i got the keys
living in the dirty, but i’m hopping out clean
saint laurant jeans, respect my queens
and i won’t pass it if you ain’t on my team
i ain’t signed to ye, but i’m getting out dreams
heartbreak gang plus eyes on me
[refrain]
i worked my hands to the bone to get here
no one showed me the ropes, i learned ’em on my own
no miracles, no smoke, no mirrors
i took my time and turned it into gold

[outro]
see, i ain’t never had it

- blimes and gab

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