Lyrics MAGIC - slowthai, Kenny Beats

MAGIC

Lacking, lagging, mind, I’m slacking
Send him packing, chip, I’m snacking
Eat my madame, she orgasms
Taste like Magnums, how it happens
I sip Brandy, not too handy
With the tool, bites cool, oh
Spin a nice boy like roofie, oh
And now we got dough in Pluto, ho
Runnin' the drawers for the big funds
No garçon, tell me, eskimo
If I had a handgun, I’d kill everyone (Yeah)
Some say a lot 'till he said I’m done
'Till I put them to bed, you are not my son
No listen, like a diamond in the rough
Understand, I ain’t a man (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m a nautical
Open, turn it to sand
I got the world in my hands
Sip from the cup, jump then, I stamp (Blaow)
Teeth on the front and they count
Fight 'till my hands get cramped
Then I shoot your two friends
Smash it, grab it
Magic, man, I’m snappin'
And her shit 'tractive
Pussy boy, get packed
Smash it, grab it
Magic, man, I’m snappin'
And her shit 'tractive
Pussy boy, get packed