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Correct Magic Lyrics
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Lud Foe
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[Intro] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Like I do magic, like I do magic Bitch, gang, gang Like I do magic, like I do magic Ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse] Run up on me and this shit gon' get tragic, ayy Make a nigga disappear, like I do magic The police get behind me, I disappear, like I do magic I whip a deuce into a four, like I do magic I dunk on a bitch, like I'm with the Lakers, they call me Magic I'm gettin' to that dough and I probably fucked more hoes than Magic You gettin' money, but when you goin' broke, they disappear, magic They say Lud Foe how you blow up? I don't know, it was magic My homie caught a case, we caught the witness, they disappeared, magic Fuck CPD, they ran in my house, they ain't found me, I was in the attic I got your bitch up in the Wraith, looked up, she thought it was magic This ain't no fully automatic pistol but nigga I'm shootin' it rapid Why your bitch keep callin' my phone, she got a fat ass, she want me to tap it Run up on me if you think it's an act and this MAC have you stumbling backwards Bitch, all of your homies in caskets, we be stuffin' them in Backwoods Bitch, I'll pull up and start blastin', I'll do a hit and start laughin' Smoking opp pack Where your gun at? you better tote that I'm off the dome, I ain't even wrote that It's a cold world, where your coat at? You get face shots, like a Kodak I'm lookin' for you nigga, where your block at? Ain't one up top, he forgot to cock that Drive a six-trey, then unlock that Hit the block then I white chalk that I fall in the club like, where them bitches at? We in minivans, lookin' for your mans, huh Where them niggas at? Shit that you do in the streets, never mention that He ain't know I have my heat I looked at that nigga like bitch who you flinchin' at? I'm Chef Boyardee, I fuck up the pot, show me where the kitchen at We in the club and she can't keep focused, I'm where all her attention at Bitch I was checkin' attendance, where was your attendance at? Don't say you want war with us, 'cause if you start with us, bitches gon' fuck around, finish that Pull on your block, swingin' this brand new Glock forty like a tennis racket Get knocked right out of your socks, thought we was gon' box, but no I'ma kill his ass This clip full of hot shit, that's right, I'ma fill his ass We hit this fuck nigga, let off thirty shots and it still ain't hit, shit My bitch got an ass so fat Sittin' right on her back, her jeans, she can't even fit This pill got me rollin' hard I got cotton mouth, so bitch I can't even spit Don't give no fuck who you gon' get Bitch, we gon' kill you and whoever you with Try walkin' in my shoes, they don't even fit 'Cause bitch I'm real as it get, real as it get [Outro] Gang, gang, gnag, gang, gang, gang, bitch Skrrt, skrrt, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow baow baow, baow
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