MAGIC!

[Chorus]
She on my list, you know she love it
I got rollies on my wrist, you know I’m bluffin’
I’ma blow out with a blick bitch, you know I run it
I’ma put inside my fist, make that bitch a puppet
You don’t think that shit is magic, yeah bitch it’s magic
And I’ma blow out with a blick bitch, this shit is tragic
And all you bitches so dramatic, my bars ain’t graphic
And to be frank she is a addict, it’s problematic

[Verse 1]
I’m fuckin’ laughin’
Cause I, I’m fuckin’ stackin’ it, that shit is mathematic
Cross my exes, adding dollars, minus bitches, like it’s magic
Then divide it like a fraction, then we fuckin’ multiply
I got no action, motherfucker, know I never cross a line
Won’t fuck that bitch
Never tap on this
And if she want that dick, then I’ma dip
And if you talkin’ shit
That pussy smell like fish
But she want me
Know my dick ain’t free
But I won’t make a scene
Like I’ma leave
And I’ma dip like shit, I am an absentee
I’m droppin’ 3 hits
And then I’ll never drop, do you believe this?
And I don’t give a fuck if all you pussy bitches need this
I beat this shit, just like my meat, I’m fuckin’ tweakin’
I’m dreamin’ that I’ll make it out just like The Queen bitch

[Chorus]
She on my list, you know she love it
I got rollies on my wrist, you know I’m bluffin’
I’ma blow out with a blick bitch, you know I run it
I’ma put inside my fist, make that bitch a puppet
You don’t think that shit is magic, yeah bitch it’s magic
And I’ma blow out with a blick bitch, this shit is tragic
And all you bitches so dramatic, my bars ain’t graphic
And to be frank she is a addict, it’s problematic

[Bridge]
Yeah it’s a problem
Cause she, she so addictive
Makin’ me like so addicted
Say she wanna spin the block, and shit her mind is fuckin’ twisted
Got pussy up on my wishlist
But I’m never gonna hit this
And you knowin’ that she love it, ain’t bluffin’
And that’s because

[Chorus]
She on my list, you know she love it
I got rollies on my wrist, you know I’m bluffin’
I’ma blow out with a blick bitch, you know I run it
I’ma put inside my fist, make that bitch a puppet
You don’t think that shit is magic, yeah bitch it’s magic
And I’ma blow out with a blick bitch, this shit is tragic
And all you bitches so dramatic, my bars ain’t graphic
And to be frank she is a addict, it’s problematic