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Magic Lyrics - Artist : $tupid Young
Ay Jolo there's shooting outside
Ay Juce let me know somethin' Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who Claiming that you really about that life I need proof Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who Claiming that you really about that life I need proof Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof I'm with some niggas that'll be quick to do you dirty These niggas ain't outside ain't none of my niggas worried Fully auto .30 mix his ass like a McFlurry I'm trynna get this chicken can't you tell I'm in a hurry You ain't no big dog, you just doing all the barking nigga Drop that addie on my family we'll come fast and park it nigga When you sit inside that cell you find out where your heart is nigga Suckas ain't nowhere near our level we the hardest nigga Only in the jewelry store when I don't go my gun Ain't worried about the opps coming here they ain't buying none I caught him in the alley, like Rickey he try to run We shot the wrong nigga, all we do it is for fun Ain't retired, I just calmed down, I gotta raise my son Niggas say they want smoke don't think they got the lungs Fell in love with these streets this bitch done got me sprung And I ain't doing shows unless I bring my gun Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who Claiming that you really about that life I need proof Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who Claiming that you really about that life I need proof Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof They ain't never look for us them niggas playing defense Accidental shooters my nigga it ain't no secret It's up and if the auto is stuck, we just gon' leave it Satisfaction every-time I see a sucka bleeding These niggas know we're on their block they still ain't try to air it out Catch them on the 'Gram but on the streets where is their whereabouts They ain't got no streets or no blocks we would've teared it down Making hella diss songs now I still don't hear a sound Hear your homie PCed up [?] False claiming bodies on us, these niggas hoes I don't even do my own laundry I can not fold [?], this telling is getting old He ain't did shit for us that nigga gotta go This war-time this nigga a goofy ain't got a pole Every-where you see me around it's time to go [?], is what we stand up for Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who Claiming that you really about that life I need proof Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who Claiming that you really about that life I need proof Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof |
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