Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magic, artist - Blimes and GabDate of issue: 25.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Magic |
| My game getting hot |
| Like a latte with the foam |
| I been around the globe, yeah |
| But, Mama, I’m coming home |
| The FaceTime is money |
| I got a schedule for my phone |
| My baseline ain’t budging, nah |
| So take ya budget head on home |
| Look, I been writing and living this |
| Y’all are just ventriloquists |
| You don’t really live for it |
| No handles, need to get a grip |
| No candles, never get 'em lit |
| I’ll call em out, we on they heads like pigeon shit |
| We hittin' targets, then we aiming again |
| It was written, saw it coming like a change in the wind |
| Y’all at practice, you just playing pretend |
| Nowadays, we don’t play 'til the payment is in, amen |
| I worked my hands to the bone to get here |
| No one showed me the ropes, I learned 'em on my own |
| No miracles, no smoke, no mirrors |
| I took my time and turned it into gold |
| See, I ain’t never had it |
| Now I’m makin' it appear and it’s clear everything I do is magic |
| Yeah, all I do is rap, get stacks, man, the shit is automatic |
| And I ain’t gotta worry, 32 up on the jersey, call me magic |
| Everything I do is magic |
| Get the fuck outta my way (Get the fuck outta my way) |
| You know that I celebrate (You know that I celebrate) |
| Y’all just be riding my wave (Y'all just be riding my wave) |
| So get the fuck outta my way (Get the fuck outta my way) |
| Get the fuck outta my way (Get the fuck outta my way) |
| You know that I celebrate (You know that I celebrate) |
| Y’all just be riding my wave (Y'all just be riding my wave) |
| Get the fuck outta my way, ayy (Get the fuck outta my way) |
| Oh yup, I’m 'bout to go up |
| When I get started like Casey Carter, I promise you I’ma blow up |
| I’m Osama the bomba, Cartagena the Don |
| Niggas defending my honor, and that’s real shit |
| I can go from real chill to real nigga real quick |
| It don’t take much for me to detonate the kill switch |
| Roll my own blunts just to separate ya bullshit |
| Keep the tool kit for them niggas talking foolish |
| Who this? |
| It’s that bitch that you love to hate |
| Always on the scene like a cutaway |
| Gettin' to the green, ain’t no other way |
| It’s all up in my DNA, ayy-ayy |
| Hustle harder than I ever have |
| I was kitty corner to the cul-de-sac |
| Started from the bottom near the lower half |
| Never plan on going back |
| Baby, I’ma need a quarter sack just to call you back, yeah |
| See, I ain’t never had it |
| Now I’m makin' it appear and it’s clear everything I do is magic |
| Yeah, all I do is rap, get stacks, man, the shit is automatic |
| And I ain’t gotta worry, 32 up on the jersey, call me magic |
| Everything I do is magic |
| Get the fuck outta my way (Get the fuck outta my way) |
| You know that I celebrate (You know that I celebrate) |
| Y’all just be riding my wave (Y'all just be riding my wave) |
| So get the fuck outta my way (Get the fuck outta my way) |
| Get the fuck outta my way (Get the fuck outta my way, yeah) |
| You know that I celebrate (You know that I celebrate, ayy) |
| Y’all just be riding my wave (Y'all just be riding my wave) |
| Get the fuck outta my way, ayy (Get the fuck outta my way, ayy, yeah) |
| David Copperfield in the field, got Magic |
| My shot nothing but the net like Dragic |
| Jordan 1 fragments, I can’t be stagnant |
| Special cloth alert, it costs for these fabrics |
| I got passion and drive to be great |
| Why you hatin', but you smile in my face? |
| Yeah, Off-White on my waist |
| Hear a beat levitate, ball like Kobe, number 8 |
| Writing hits since the playground |
| Can somebody tell the top I’m on my way now? |
| Grew up in a great town, now I got the keys |
| Living in the dirty, but I’m hopping out clean |
| Saint Laurant jeans, respect my queens |
| And I won’t pass it if you ain’t on my team |
| I ain’t signed to Ye, but I’m getting out dreams |
| Heartbreak gang plus eyes on me |
| I worked my hands to the bone to get here |
| No one showed me the ropes, I learned 'em on my own |
| No miracles, no smoke, no mirrors |
| I took my time and turned it into gold |
| See, I ain’t never had it |