KirbLaGoop - Dope Boi Magic lyrics correction

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[Intro]

You're listening to positive squad records!
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[Verse 1 - KirbLaGoop]

I can stretch 10, turn it into 20
Dope boi magic, double up my money
Ain't no bluffin' over here while y'all be cuffin'
Trappin' right over the oven makin' muffins (trap trap!)
Say they stuntin' but I don't see nothin' evil (I don't see that shit)
In the regal with my peoples dumpin out the eagle (thoo thoo thoo!)
I be trappin with the rock like im beanie sigel
I done drop with a mop turn you to a sequel
King of the stove, fuck doin' shows (fuck doin shows!)
Scrape the whole bowl, toss it to a fo' (whip whip)
I can get you mo', you need a ho I'll serve a bitch (serve a bih!)
Flexin' hunnids nothin' less, still serve a switch (hunnids down!)
Flex a bih, off the top, water check my wrist (whip)
Lebron, 2 Trey, M.J., make em swish
Still in the same spot where I grew at
No new friends, but I got some new straps (boom, boom!)
And a new plug, fuck with me double up (double up)
I be trappin' all my hoes, I don't ever cuff

[Chorus]

I can get it in Dope boi magic
Turn a 10 into 20, cut it wrapped in plastic
I be really sippin', I be really whippin' (thug!)
Culinary artist mister mathematician
I can get it in Dope boi magic
Turn a 10 into 20, cut it wrapped in plastic
I be really sippin' (what?), I be really whippin' (damn!)
Culinary artist mister mathematician

[Verse 2 - MFK Marcy Mane]

I make more money off tees fuck a show
Rap game fucked up, just like these shrooms
With my dogs like DMX, and yeah i need a bone
Two racks and I spend that shit on makin' clothes
Work with the work, ship them packs overseas
Yeah I fuckin' show, i done that shit overseas
Next time run it back the whole goth clique
Whole time yeah bitch i'm runnin' up a check
Two tone camo, double soldier on my back
Flexin' with my team got the game sewed up
Four bags we up, goth money soldier
Charge five k for a show, and you know that shit go boom
Got that shit choppa 06 go or go
TOB i let it go, I'ma let you n****s know
I'ma come clean cause it's 2017
My time, goth money shine time
N****s flexin' thirties but they can't do the damn time
N****s flexin' juggs but they can't hit the damn lick
N***a stay up on yo gram and worry bout a fan base
Don't worry bout no damn bitch
Don't worry bout no damn bitch
Don't worry bout no damn bih
Don't worry bout no damn bih

[Outro - DJ Smokey]

Let me tell you something brother
You came around messin' with the wrong person brother
Kirby 6, triple 6, Kirbers fuckin' whatever
Kirby name triple 6 brother

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