Magic
Lyrics
I'm ready, I'm ready, ahh-ahh-ow!
Rest in peace, Pimp C, yeah!
Lemme spark up first
(A dedication) I'm ready, ahh-ahh-ow!
Rest in peace the kid Stewart
Rest in peace, Pimp C, yeah!
Rest in peace my nigga Tex, biggest racks
Lemme spark up first
Let you know what the fuck is going on (D3)
The Dedication 3
Count it: 1, 2, 3
DJ Drama (dramatic)
Yeah, money makin' Weezy, Weezy makin' money
I keep my dick in my pants but them hoes take it from me
I go to sleep on Monday and I wake up Sunday
I go to sleep with money and wake up with money
Man, I'm on 'bout 5 of 'em
My girl so thick, you can see her ass from the side of her
Yo girl just came in her booth
Somebody better get her a flammable suit
I got that bitch jumping like a kangaroo
Ain't a thing to do but bang and screw
I live in the cloud like the angels do
Hey, traffic, let my Vanquish through
Hey ma, this what I think of you
I wanna fuck yo head off and fuck yo ankles loose
Then drink the juice, I'm danger-oose
I got her clothes falling off like the hanger loose
I be the monster in her closet
She wanna go to Mars, I tell her, "Hop on top my rocket"
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, take-off"
John Travolta with the head, I suck yo face off
Tell your man, "Take that cape off"
I put his ass in the pocket like the 8 ball
Wait, y'all, I've never been tall
But if I stand on my money, I'll be with God
Like "Hallelujah, baby!"
It's, it's Young Moola, baby
Young Gudda, put the gun to ya head, make ya pop like a bubble
When I pop off, you in trouble
Gat to yo waist, click-clack, niggas' fuckin knees buckle
Look at these suckas (Gudda!)
Talkin this bullshit, they don't know Gudda got a full clip
And I pull shit, leave yo stupid ass wet like a pool, bitch
I don't bullshit, no, leave a bitch nigga stinking like bullshit
Gudda ain't the nigga you should fool with, no
These niggas know me nigga, knife like Shinobi nigga
Ha, your mother owe me, nigga
Your brother pay me, nigga, your sister lay me, nigga
And I made your wife suck my Weezy F. babies, nigga
I'm still a crazy nigga, fuckin right, I'm wildin'!
Nigga, I just made a hundred fucking million dollars!
Nigga, I ain't even gotta rhyme!
Nigga, I just made a hundred fucking million dollars!
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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