Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dope Boy Magic, artist - Shy Glizzy. Album song Quiet Storm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Glizzy Gang
Song language: English
Dope Boy Magic |
Dope boy magic, ooh |
You can smell it through the plastic |
Dope boy magic, ooh shit tragic |
Somebody died out the habit |
Dope boy magic |
Flip it like it’s gymnastics |
Tr&oline money, never backflip |
Somersault, somersault, yeah |
I’ma ball, I’ma ball |
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball |
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball |
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball |
Grade-A money never backflip |
Young Jefe holmes |
Girl what your name is |
Tell me who you came with |
Ain’t nothin' like none of these industry cats, street nigga, I’m dangerous |
She like ain’t you famous? |
(nope) |
I’m still on that same shit (yup) |
I bet you won’t never go fuckin' no lame |
Put you on this game shit |
This life gets scary honey |
I’m gettin' that dirty money |
Heard they took thirty from me |
Then I gotta go murder someone |
We got the block back jumpin' |
You hear the birds, they hummin' |
No I can’t serve no under |
Yeah bitch I know they on me |
Stuck in that trap, this is a dream |
I still move them packs, fuck do you mean? |
Married the streets and I got me a ring |
Shout out them choppers and shout out them fiends |
Teach you the game, bitch you play with them beams |
Come to my city, we baking your beans |
Pounds in Virginia, get bricks in |
I get 'em off like I’m a machine |
Dope boy magic, ooh |
You can smell it through the plastic |
Dope boy magic, ooh shit tragic |
Somebody died out the habit |
Dope boy magic |
Flip it like it’s gymnastics |
Tr&oline money, never backflip |
Somersault, somersault, yeah |
I’ma ball, I’ma ball |
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball |
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball |
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball |
Grade-A money never backflip |
This is dope boy status |
Nigga Rolls Royce lavish |
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, nigga no look passing |
I’m a hit-making addict |
I don’t want to go savage |
I’m a star, I’m a star, let the bros go blast him |
Got they draws on the floor when the boy walk past 'em |
They throw bras at a nigga ah, they want my shows for the passion |
I’m a Bronx reppin' nigga ah, they already know what I’m jackin' |
Give a fuck what a nigga thought, you can smell the dope through the jacket |
If I told you I was in love I was probably overreacting |
If love wasn’t like a drug it would be so unattractive |
If I fucked you but only once you would think I’m missing in action |
Have you reaching and grabbing |
For that dope boy magic |
Dope boy magic, ooh |
You can smell it through the plastic |
Dope boy magic, ooh shit tragic |
Somebody died out the habit |
Dope boy magic |
Flip it like it’s gymnastics |
Tr&oline money, never backflip |
Somersault, somersault, yeah |
I’ma ball, I’ma ball |
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball |
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball |
I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball |
Grade-A money never backflip |