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letra de magic - dj semi

[intro: styles p]
p-p-p-perfect
sp the ghost
d-block, yeah

[verse 1: styles p]
gettin’ to the guap, smokin’ on the raw though
not runnin’ from the lord nor runnin’ from the law (uh uh)
but you cross me? you gon’ get f-cked like a p-rno
hammer with the switch, that is not my st–z (nah)
out the game, but connected with n—– from medellín (connected)
if you dream of k!llin’ me when you wake, you better scream (never)
i’m sorry ghost, i take shrooms like i’m mario, luigi
not in a kart, i’m in a ‘rari though, skrrr (i’m in the ‘rari)
maybe the lambo, the porsche with the sicario (skrrr)
with some black gorilla n—– (what up?)
but even all alone i’m still with a k!lla, n—-
but i ain’t tryna k!ll, (uh uh) i just want the bills and a check
i’m just tryna stretch, you just wanna flex
partin’ out the per diem, 1/3 of the lo
and you know i keep it mellow but the spot marks x
i ain’t dead, but i’m doin’ well, just for context
ghost

[chorus scratches: dj semi, dave east & the notorious b.i.g.]
m-magic, m-magic, m-magic
a-a-all y’all disappear by tomorrow
m-magic, m-magic, m-magic
m-m-mad tricks up ya sleeve
[verse 2: dave east]
this feel like that 50 cent ’99 how to rob sh-t (how to rob)
momma on me, tellin’ me “n—-, go get a job” sh-t (get a job)
9-5’s wasn’t hiring, that made us rob sh-t (rob)
crown fried for dinner, you know, wing and a thigh sh-t
mama bought us clothes, our reaction, this not no fly sh-t
what’s five dollars, that’s a nick bag or burger and fry sh-t
sittin’ in class, noddin’ off, i was on some high sh-t
i lost a lot of homies but they never leave my conscience (never)
them shots started clappin’, like acne how they broke out
hard to see us, tint no less than 5 percent when we roll out
if i got it, i split it with family, i don’t hold out
police investigatin’ ‘bout action that i don’t know ‘bout
couple bodies done got straightened like a blow out
i ain’t never been there, they just told me that sh-t sold out
her nose sniffin’, she start actin’ different when the coke ‘round
used to front back when they had it
fast forward, n—– broke now (pablo)

[chorus scratches: dj semi, dave east & the notorious b.i.g.]
m-magic, m-magic, m-magic
a-a-all y’all disappear by tomorrow
m-magic, m-magic, m-magic
m-m-mad tricks up ya sleeve

[outro: dj semi]
sp the ghost
dave east
dj semi
it’s magic
magic, magic, magic
magic
magic, whole lotta magic

- dj semi

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