Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magic, artist - Yung Gravy. Album song Sensational, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Magic |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh |
| It’s Jason Rich, baby |
| Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum |
| Oh baby |
| Gravy get near, your bitch disappear |
| I call that shit magic (Oh) |
| She was your b, now she with me |
| Ain’t that shit tragic (Baby) |
| Gravy get close, you get comatose |
| That shit automatic (Oh) |
| I’m casting spells, you takin' Ls |
| Shit is fantastic |
| Pull up on a bitch and get steamy |
| Think I’m Houdini lookin' like a genie (aye) |
| Got that sauce Fettuccine |
| Gravy so creamy |
| Wrist so gleamy (Ooh, ooh) |
| Shit (Shit), I’m in it (I'm in it) |
| Eatin' that God damn spinach |
| With a bad bitch, she Finnish (Bad bitch) |
| Gravy get near, your career get finished |
| I’m like, «Open Sesame"(Sesame) |
| Now your bitch right next to me (Next to me) |
| Pipe up, that' my destiny (Destiny) |
| Call that shit finessery, baby |
| Oh, that’s a flex |
| Do a little trick, now your bitch is your ex |
| Heard my voice now she tryin' to have (Oh) |
| Flexin' ain’t too complex, baby |
| Ala-ka-fuckin'-zam |
| I’m like Bitch, «Who is your man’s? |
| Abracadabra with these hands |
| Hit your bitch with the Shazam |
| Gravy get near, your bitch disappear |
| I call that shit magic (Oh) |
| She was your b, now she with me |
| Ain’t that shit tragic (Baby) |
| Gravy get close, you get comatose |
| That shit automatic (Oh) |
| I’m casting spells, you takin' Ls |
| Shit is fantastic |
| Pull up on a bitch and get steamy |
| Think I’m Houdini lookin' like a genie (aye) |
| Got that sauce Tortellini |
| Gravy so creamy |
| Wrist so gleamy (Ooh, ooh) |
| Shit (Shit), I’m in it (I'm in it) |
| Eatin' that God damn spinach |
| With a bad bitch, she Finnish (Bad bitch) |
| Gravy get near, your career get finished |
| So sorry, that I had to end it |
| Gravy serve it up like I’m playin' fuckin' tennis |
| Twenty eighteen I’ll be running for the senate |
| Gravy took your bitch, that’s a fuckin' epidemic |
| Hear the bird call and your bitch come-hither |
| Your bitch hit my line and the goods get delivered |
| Pull up and I splash like a motherfuckin' river |
| Wrist so cold make a grown man shiver |
| Gravy get near, your bitch disappear |
| I call that shit magic (Oh) |
| She was your b, now she with me |
| Ain’t that shit tragic (Baby) |
| Gravy get close, you get comatose |
| That shit automatic (Oh) |
| I’m casting spells, you takin' Ls |
| Shit is fantastic |