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letra de magic - maf teeski

[intro]
(flexin’ on that b-tch, hol’ up)
(can’t rush the vibe, rando)
yeah (foreverolling)

[chorus]
he thought i was bappin’, i threw the whole clip at his ass, yeah, i’m ’bout all this sh-t i be rappin’
my n-ggas don’t think about sh-t, we the first ones shootin’, my scoom bounce out, got to clappin’
his ass got with a sh-ll, he need the er, that’s too much blood for a napkin
his ass got hit with a drac’, that 7.62 split his ass right in half like a fraction
you know i ain’t doin’ no talkin’, gon’ hit they block and clap first n-gga who lackin’
you know that i’m with it in l.a., smokin’ on sp-ce pack, get a whiff ‘fore i open the package
you ain’t never seen one pipe leave two n-ggas dead, on god, i can show you some magic
all in my dm steady woofin’, you tryna get into it, pop out, come and bump me in traffic

[verse]
how you wanna hang with the gang? you ain’t got no gun, your sweet ass can’t come around
your b-tch say she like my voice, shе say i’m one of one, and they pay mе dog sh-t for my sound
long live the kings, b-tch, we wear crowns
pour me a four and watch me drown
and if a n-gga ever get out his body, i got somethin’ to sit his ass right back down
and when i up and wave that b-tton, everybody in the room, they better get down
b-tch, i got thirty up in this stick, when i up and blow, every bullet gon’ count (yeah)
if you don’t got you a glock, you a clown, better not get your dumb ass caught out of bounds
they don’t know when we gon’ hit they block, me and all mines gon’ come unannounced
[chorus]
he thought i was bappin’, i threw the whole clip at his ass, yeah, i’m ’bout all this sh-t i be rappin’
my n-ggas don’t think about sh-t, we the first ones shootin’, my scoom bounce out, got to clappin’
his ass got with a sh-ll, he need the er, that’s too much blood for a napkin
his ass got hit with a drac’, that 7.62 split his ass right in half like a fraction
you know i ain’t doin’ no talkin’, gon’ hit they block and clap first n-gga who lackin’
you know that i’m with it in l.a., smokin’ on sp-ce pack, get a whiff ‘fore i open the package
you ain’t never seen one pipe leave two n-ggas dead, on god, i can show you some magic
all in my dm steady woofin’, you tryna get into it, pop out, come and bump me in traffic

- maf teeski

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