Magia Parra

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Dion Jetson]
Her eyes filled with tears as she blew the hookah smoke
Poured her heart out said she tired of being my ego stroke
If it can't be stroked then what the fuck I got a ego fo'
You can't leave a nigga you been fucking with since '04
I've been the cause and the cure to your misery
And since I ain't in love with you its a mystery
Why I never call and you missing me
Girlfriends stay dissing me
Tattoo on your ass, I can't picture it leaving me
Guess its just the pimp in me or is she pimping me
I don't give a fuck 'cause her head game on infinity
Summertime, Lake Shore head in Infinity's
Mind on her mouth, mean she pimping to the tenth degree
I love it when I'm in it, hate it when I fall up out it
Redbone, Red Hair, Magic About It
Naked pictures in my phone, now my judgement clouded
I had to let her go 'cause my roster too crowded

[Hook: SeVen1 & Dion Jetson]
Short girls, High Heels
Loose Lips, Designer bags
Thick legs, Small Waist
Red Eyes, Jet Lag
Chi-Town New Orleans
She checking that Baggage
Some call it tragic
We just call it magic

[Verse 2: SeVen1]
I'm like Goldie wit my bitch
Goldie wit my bitch
I'm lying ain't that some shit
OK now let me quit
Chocolate fe's and redbones I condone
But this brown skin thick junt had me gone
9th ward, family moved somewhere round Kenner
Said she wanna come to my city and cook me dinner
Man that shit was nasty as hell but I ate it
Man she couldn't take no dick so I...
Hold up, hold up, slow up I'm fucking up the re-up
46 with c cups, how I know this? I'm fucked up, she got me
Miss pussy galore
Sweats juicy contour
She know she the manure
I know just how to play it
Nah, really I don't
I might wife her for real
But really I won't
I'm a Player!
And I don't play that shit
How can I say that shit
I might save this bitch
The hell

[Hook]

[Verse 3: SeVen1]
She wanna roll where the winners be
Ya boy cold, no winter b
She know easy all G
And she can see from the nosebleed
SeVen in the lead
Huh, no contest how my pimpin plead
Something like a Player
Something like the mayor
Bad bitch slayer
She was a naysayer
See the God now she know the prayer
Fuck her mind up she need Bayer
I'm on some mo' shit
That frank luc meet the owner shit
Words priceless don't owe u shit
Check the receipt
Haters hate but they repeat
Real talk you should retweet
I'm on your street with your whore
Need I say more?
This feel like magic again
I'm on your street with your whore
Need I say more?
This feel like magic again

[Hook]