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letra de magic - chuckyy

[intro]
(dj bandz, oh, man)
(magic)
magic, man, you know that
grrah, uh (grrah)

[verse 1]
i swung through and sipped casamigos and f-cked on the hill, probably f-ck on the yacht
these n-ggas can’t trick me out my spot, but i catch that face, then my door gon’ pop (you know that)
forty in this deep, put a switch on a glock, tried to bust a u-turn, this time, got cropped
go down, catch a b, gotta shout-out that glock, know the 20 10 mil’ cookin’ sh-t like tots (you know that, you know that)
n-ggas tuck they tail ’cause they know we fox gang
takin’ a kit, f-ck boy, this my chain (give me all that)
gotta know i’ma die ’bout my name
bail out, get up close, we ain’t shootin’ from far range (i ain’t no b-tch, on foenem)
what’s that on your shirt? it’s a blood stain
dumpin’ the chopper, the one with the wood thing (rrah, rrah)
she wasn’t tryna f-ck me last year, she see i’m up now, no, i’m good, babe (on foenem)

[chorus]
come here (you know that)
come here (where the f-ck you goin’? you know how the f-ck we rockin’, man, you know that)
come here (n-ggas ain’t expect me to go that far this quick, man, you know that, uh)
come here (blast off like a rocket, n-gga, no socket, n-gga, you know how the f-ck we rockin’, dumbass, uh)

[verse 2]

n-ggas be bappin’ like they did false sh-t, don’t play slow when we get on your ass, boy (rrah, rrah, come here)
ten k can fit in each pocket, that’s why i’m lovin’ these amiri pants, boy (i’m solid)
my mama just told me to pop it, whole time i think that she was prayin’ for it (you know that)
me and foenem’ll dress up like two crackheads, at your front porch like a landlord (you know that)
and i shoot with my right hand, ain’t no static, 10 milli’ got bass like a band, boy (rrah, rrah)
uh, and chuckyy did all this on his own, i don’t why they holdin’ they hand for
uh, and your b-tch thirsty, she want me to bone, she pullin’ my chrome heart pants, boy (f-ck back, b-tch, on foenem grave, man)
[chorus]
come here (you know that)
come here (where the f-ck you goin’? you know how the f-ck we rockin’, man, you know that, bath, bath)
come here (n-ggas ain’t expect me to go that far this quick, man, you know that, uh, bath, bath, bath)
come here (blast off like a rocket, n-gga, no socket, n-gga, you know how the f-ck we rockin’, dumbass, uh)

[verse 3]
pull up in a fin-fin, we still bouncin’ out them, where the f-ck is you goin’?
creep up on him, he ain’t even hear us comin’, he must’ve been watchin’ some p-rn (grrah, come here, come here)
me and bandz just tweaked on a beat, i don’t even be rappin’ this long, but i keep on goin’ (no bap)
i know when i’m dumpin’ him down, he want me to stop, but the kriss vec’ keep on throwin’ (dumbass)

[outro]
on foenem grave
phew, phew, phew
phew, phew

- chuckyy

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