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Keyydadon - Magic Lyrics



Keyydadon - Magic Lyrics




You can catch hot shit nigga like magic
My bitch bad as f*ck I might put her in a pageant
Nigga be talking that street shit but be singing like gladys
Top of the line gas smoke I don't smoke no average
Aye aye
You can catch hot shit nigga like magic
My bitch bad as f*ck I might put her in a pageant
Nigga be talking that street shit but be singing like gladys
Top of the line gas smoke I don't smoke no average

Average average average average
Diamonds shining yours be plastic
Niggas capping
Don't do capping
Pull up shoot em like a basket
Like a basket
Like a basket
Stupid bitch just got me tatted
She a bussdown Like my patek
I get all these hoes ecstatic
I make all my hoes happy
Then I leave em like they papi
Boy you my son might call em scrappy
You know you ain't really trapping
Pull on yo block wit the mop out
When I hop out
You gon run
Takeoff
All my hittaz a1 nigga no steak sauce
Throw the money up watch the hoes go awol
Knock it out the park
Baseball
Might leave yo bitch with a loose jaw
These lil niggas be goofballs
Real mob nigga we don't know
Real boss niggas y'all counterfeit
Aye
Skinny nigga but you know I'm running shit
Aye
All of my choppas hold 100 clips
Aye
You can be found with the f*cking fish
Aye Aye

You can catch hot shit nigga like magic
My bitch bad as f*ck I might put her in a pageant
Nigga be talking that street shit but be singing like gladys
Top of the line gas smoke I don't smoke no average
Aye aye
You can catch hot shit nigga like magic
My bitch bad as f*ck I might put her in a pageant
Nigga be talking that street shit but be singing like gladys
Top of the line gas smoke I don't smoke no average

Offtop run a nigga off his block
Niggas talk more den bitkhs niggas really be da kops tho
Jus hit yo bitkh at da bando
Im lit like a candle
Im wilder den rambo
Im really a savage
My niggas blitzin like madden
We leave yo team in a kasket
Khop u in half like some magik
U kan katkh hot shit nigga like magik
Yea im talkin bout shells got 100 of em
Niggas swear dey want beef till dey runnin from me
Hit yo bitkh from da back got her runnin from me
F*ck you you knt get nun from me
Kus nobody gave me shit wen I was down bad
Got a bag and bosses up
Now dey big mad
40 wit da laser no laser tag
Another man dwn bring da body bag
No face no case
Every nigga round me straight
If u ain't mob u knt get shit off my plate
Gotta watkh out for da snakes
Niggas be plotting I keep me a k
I see da hate all on ya face
Try me you'll get erased
Stay in ya lane
Stay in ya lane
Stay in ya mf lane

Aye Aye
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You can catch hot shit nigga like magic
My bitch bad as f*ck I might put her in a pageant
Nigga be talking that street shit but be singing like gladys
Top of the line gas smoke I don't smoke no average
Aye aye
You can catch hot shit nigga like magic
My bitch bad as f*ck I might put her in a pageant
Nigga be talking that street shit but be singing like gladys
Top of the line gas smoke I don't smoke no average

Average average average average
Diamonds shining yours be plastic
Niggas capping
Don't do capping
Pull up shoot em like a basket
Like a basket
Like a basket
Stupid bitch just got me tatted
She a bussdown Like my patek
I get all these hoes ecstatic
I make all my hoes happy
Then I leave em like they papi
Boy you my son might call em scrappy
You know you ain't really trapping
Pull on yo block wit the mop out
When I hop out
You gon run
Takeoff
All my hittaz a1 nigga no steak sauce
Throw the money up watch the hoes go awol
Knock it out the park
Baseball
Might leave yo bitch with a loose jaw
These lil niggas be goofballs
Real mob nigga we don't know
Real boss niggas y'all counterfeit
Aye
Skinny nigga but you know I'm running shit
Aye
All of my choppas hold 100 clips
Aye
You can be found with the f*cking fish
Aye Aye

You can catch hot shit nigga like magic
My bitch bad as f*ck I might put her in a pageant
Nigga be talking that street shit but be singing like gladys
Top of the line gas smoke I don't smoke no average
Aye aye
You can catch hot shit nigga like magic
My bitch bad as f*ck I might put her in a pageant
Nigga be talking that street shit but be singing like gladys
Top of the line gas smoke I don't smoke no average

Offtop run a nigga off his block
Niggas talk more den bitkhs niggas really be da kops tho
Jus hit yo bitkh at da bando
Im lit like a candle
Im wilder den rambo
Im really a savage
My niggas blitzin like madden
We leave yo team in a kasket
Khop u in half like some magik
U kan katkh hot shit nigga like magik
Yea im talkin bout shells got 100 of em
Niggas swear dey want beef till dey runnin from me
Hit yo bitkh from da back got her runnin from me
F*ck you you knt get nun from me
Kus nobody gave me shit wen I was down bad
Got a bag and bosses up
Now dey big mad
40 wit da laser no laser tag
Another man dwn bring da body bag
No face no case
Every nigga round me straight
If u ain't mob u knt get shit off my plate
Gotta watkh out for da snakes
Niggas be plotting I keep me a k
I see da hate all on ya face
Try me you'll get erased
Stay in ya lane
Stay in ya lane
Stay in ya mf lane

Aye Aye
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Writer: Darrezz Golden
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Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Darrezz Golden

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