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letra de magic - $tupid young

magic lyrics
[intro:]
ay jolo there’s shooting outside
ay juce let me know somethin’

[hook:]
claiming that you’re sliding on the homies i’m like who
claiming that you really about that life i need proof
sh-t was so tragic how my boys took off his roof
sh-t was like magic how my dogs made him poof
claiming that you’re sliding on the homies i’m like who
claiming that you really about that life i need proof
sh-t was so tragic how my boys took off his roof
sh-t was like magic how my dogs made him poof

[verse 1:]
i’m with some n-ggas that’ll be quick to do you dirty
these n-ggas ain’t outside ain’t none of my n-ggas worried
fully auto .30 mix his ass like a mcflurry
i’m trynna get this chicken can’t you tell i’m in a hurry
you ain’t no big dog, you just doing all the barking n-gga
drop that addie on my family we’ll come fast and park it n-gga
when you sit inside that cell you find out wherе your heart is n-gga
suckas ain’t nowhere nеar our level we the hardest n-gga
only in the jewelry store when i don’t go my gun
ain’t worried about the opps coming here they ain’t buying none
i caught him in the alley, like rickey he try to run
we shot the wrong n-gga, all we do it is for fun
ain’t retired, i just calmed down, i gotta raise my son
n-ggas say they want smoke don’t think they got the lungs
fell in love with these streets this b-tch done got me sprung
and i ain’t doing shows unless i bring my gun
[hook:]
claiming that you’re sliding on the homies i’m like who
claiming that you really about that life i need proof
sh-t was so tragic how my boys took off his roof
sh-t was like magic how my dogs made him poof
claiming that you’re sliding on the homies i’m like who
claiming that you really about that life i need proof
sh-t was so tragic how my boys took off his roof
sh-t was like magic how my dogs made him poof

[verse 2:]
they ain’t never look for us them n-ggas playing defense
accidental shooters my n-gga it ain’t no secret
it’s up and if the auto is stuck, we just gon’ leave it
satisfaction every-time i see a sucka bleeding
these n-ggas know we’re on their block they still ain’t try to air it out
catch them on the ‘gram but on the streets where is their whereabouts
they ain’t got no streets or no blocks we would’ve teared it down
making h-lla diss songs now i still don’t hear a sound
hear your homie pced up [?]
false claiming bodies on us, these n-ggas hoes
i don’t even do my own laundry i can not fold
[?], this telling is getting old
he ain’t did sh-t for us that n-gga gotta go
this war-time this n-gga a goofy ain’t got a pole
every-where you see me around it’s time to go
[?], is what we stand up for
[hook:]
claiming that you’re sliding on the homies i’m like who
claiming that you really about that life i need proof
sh-t was so tragic how my boys took off his roof
sh-t was like magic how my dogs made him poof
claiming that you’re sliding on the homies i’m like who
claiming that you really about that life i need proof
sh-t was so tragic how my boys took off his roof
sh-t was like magic how my dogs made him poof

- tupid young

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