Future - Magic (remix) (ft. T.i.)

Magic (remix) Lyrics

Off top I'm bossed up, they talking money don't talk us
I'm scared to stacking that [?] up
All [?] you when I'm locked up
You type of nigger get popped off
When nigger rolling that kush of
Got mind growing like great vines
In the backyard, come look, bro
Half culo, half out, bad hoe just popped out
Hey nigger better watch out, steer around that block out
[?] it's hostile [?] come check it dawg
Spend a couple of mills, no stress at all
Big bank roll no checks at all
[?] game ain't won professional
You smile ball like [?]
I basketball, go ask your bro
Tell her legs open says me
Abracadabra, she wear for me
Like ta-ra, voila, gucci louie [?] prada, ah

[Chorus:]
Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot
Leavin' magic
Two bad bitches & I got 'em out of magic
The way I make that work -disappear call it magic
Sipping on the purple and the yellow drinking magic.
Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot
Leavin' magic
Two bad bitches & I got 'em out of magic
The way I make that work- disappear call magic
Sipping on the purple and yellow drinking magic.
Voila! magic, voila! magic, voila! magic, voila! magic
Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot
Leavin' magic
Sipping on the purple and yellow drinking magic.
On my way to aspen, I forgot to do my taxes
Call up my accountant, he gone make it to magic
Had to get a driver just to drop me at the airport (for what?)
The way I smoked the blunts man I burned 'em up like newport (smoke up)
$50, 000 on a superstar's attire (design!)
Ke & young future bringin' them the fire
All this damn cash make a bitch wanna retire
Gotta drop a half a brick you wanna put me on a flyer
'Cuse me but my lingo crazy
See these diamonds ain't none of 'em forgave me
Two bad bitches wanna fuck me the greatest
Aye young g in a brand new mercedes
Turn out the lot I'm a do a 180
For the haters I'm a gone 'head & do a 360
Drinkin' on sprite got lean all day
I'm a astronaut nigga better chruch my pimpin'

[Chorus]

Billionaire boy that's true inspiration
Learned the astronaut kid no such thing as limitation
Flyin' down 20 in the mothafuckin' spaceship
Just left magic in the mothafuckin' (dayship?)
Two bitches trailin' in a platinum infiniti
Gotta thing for me, don't wanna sing for me, they like my energy, I'm a embassy
I know tricks like cris angel
Ion trick but I could make you famous
You could disappear from yo past life
You a real [?] no outta sight
I'm pluto talkin', jimmy walkin' when you walkin'
I used to be fly but now I'm hawkin'
I was an earthlin' now I'm sifi
While I, I stay high]
My bitches on they high horse
I double back like two cups
And pull out in that new porshe

[Chorus]

Si les paroles de 'Magic (remix)' contiennent des erreurs, laisse nous un commentaire. On fera le maximum pour les corriger dans les plus brefs délais.

   

Lâche ton Commentaire