FutureMagic Remix

Tell ya Off top I'm bossed up, you ain't talking money don't talk to us I'm steady stacking that guap up Ball harder den you when I'm locked up You type of nigga just pop up When niggas rolling that kush huh Got mine growing like grape vines In the backyard, come look, bruh I pull up, hop out, bad hoes just pop out Hatin' niggas better watch out, still riding with that glock out My style so mean it's hostile And aggressive dawg come check it dawg Spend a couple mils, no stress at all Big bank roll no checks at all FYI I'm flexin ya'll game ain't won professional You small ball like golf ball I basketball, go ask your broad Til' her legs open sesame Abracadabra, she wet for me Like ta-ra, voila, gucci louie strappers prada, ah [Chorus:] Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot Leavin' magic Two bad bitches & I got 'em out of magic The way I make that work -disappear call it magic Sipping on the purple and the yellow drinking magic. Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot Leavin' magic Two bad bitches & I got 'em out of magic The way I make that work- disappear call magic Sipping on the purple and yellow drinking magic. Voila! magic, voila! magic, voila! magic, voila! magic Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot Leavin' magic Sipping on the purple and yellow drinking magic. On my way to aspen, I forgot to do my taxes Call up my accountant, he gone make it do magic Had to get a driver just to drop me at the airport (for what?) The way I smoked the blunts man I burned 'em up like newport (smoke up) $50, 000 on a superstar's attire (design! ) Ke & young future bringin' them the fire All this damn cash make a bitch wanna retire Gotta drop a half a brick you wanna put me on a flyer 'Cuse me but my lingo crazy See these diamonds ain't none of 'em forgave me Two bad bitches wanna fuck me the greatest Aye young g in a brand new mercedes Turn out the lot I'm a do a 180 For the haters I'm a gone 'head & do a 360 Drinkin' on sprite got lean all day I'm a astronaut nigga better church my pimpin' [Chorus] Billionaire boy that's true inspiration Learned the astronaut kid no such thing as limitation Flyin' down 20 in the mothafuckin' spaceship Just left magic in the mothafuckin' (dayship?) Two bitches trailin' in a beamer outta Germany Gotta thing for me, don't wanna sing for me, they like my energy, I'm a embassy I know tricks like cris angel Ion trick but I could make you famous You could disappear from yo past life You a real pill no outta sight I'm pluto talkin', jimmy walkin' when you walkin' I used to be fly but now I'm hawkin' I was an earthlin' now I'm sifi While I, I stay high] My bitches on they high horse I double back like two cups And pull out in that new porshe [Chorus]
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