Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magic, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 06.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Magic |
| Run up on me and this shit gone get tragic |
| Make a nigga disappear, like I do magic |
| The police get behind me and disappear, like I do magic |
| I whip a deuce into a four, like I do magic |
| I dunk on a bitch, like I’m with the Lakers, they call me Magic |
| I’m gettin' to that dough and I probably fucked more hoes than Magic |
| You gettin' money, but when you goin' broke then disappear, magic |
| They say «Lud Foe, how you blow up?"I don’t know it was magic |
| My homie caught a case, we caught the witness, they disappeared, magic |
| Fuck CPD, they ran in my house, they ain’t find me I was in the attic |
| I got yo bitch up in the Wraith, looked up, she thought it was magic |
| , I’m shootin' and |
| While yo bitch keep callin' my phone, she got a fat ass, she want me tap it |
| Run up on me if you think it’s an act and this MAC have you stumbling backwards |
| Bitch, all of yo homies in caskets, we been stuffin' them in backwoods |
| Bitch, I’ll pull up and start blastin', I’ll do a hit and start laughin' |
| Smoking opp pack, where yo gun at? You better tote that |
| I’m off the dome, I ain’t even wrote that |
| It’s a cold world, where yo coat at? |
| You get face shots, like a kodak |
| I’m lookin' for you nigga, where yo block at? |
| Ain’t one up top, he forgot to cop that |
| Drive a 6-trey, then unlock that |
| Hit the block then I white chalk that |
| I fall in the club like, where them bitches at? |
| We in mini vans, lookin' for yo mans |
| Where them niggas at? |
| Shit that you do in the streets, never mention that |
| He ain’t know I have my heat |
| I looked at that nigga like, bitch who you flinchin' at? |
| I’m Chef Boyardee, I fuck up the pot |
| Show me where the kitchen at |
| We in the club and she can’t keep focused, I’m where all her attention at |
| Bitch I was checkin' attendance, where was your attendance at? |
| Don’t say you want war with us, cause if you start with us, bitch we gone fuck |
| around finish that |
| Pull on yo block, swingin' this brand new Glock .40 like a tennis racket |
| Get knocked right out of yo socks, thought we was gone box, but no I’m gone |
| kill his ass |
| This clip full of hot shit, that’s what I’ma fill his ass |
| We hate this fuck nigga, let off 30 shots and it still ain’t hit (shit) |
| My bitch got a ass so fat, sittin' right on her back, her jeans, |
| she can’t even fit |
| This pill got me rollin' hard, I got cotton mouth so bitch, I can’t even spit |
| Don’t give no fuck who you go get, bitch, we gone kill you and whoever you with |
| Try walkin' in my shoes, they don’t even fit, cause bitch I’m real as it get |
| Real as it get |