Lyrics to Magic
Magic Video:
Featuring Flow

Poppin' at the pergassette
My flow is retarded, I think I got a birth defect
Highway to heaven
Bye, where the fuck the chauffeur?
These niggas softer than the pillows on my sofa set
I'm fightin' myself cuz I don't see no competition
I don't rate, I draw that pistol
Make your face a composition
So please walk away before we stomp your ass
Every day is Halloween and you can get your pumpkin smashed
Now why would you think your friends is really your haters?
So do me a favor and don't do me no favor
All I need is a blunt and a couple purple
I put this together, I could've been a construction worker
Niggas lookin' funny but I'm just getting plenty
And everybody's wonderin' if I'm really with Young Money
There's a pink pussy port
Do bears be shittin' in the woods and wipe their ass with a rabbit when the finish?
My swagger super mean but my bitch is bad too
And my flag bright red but loyal tab's blue
Isn't it ironic? Got the Tunechi pass the chronic
Purple surp, yellow Fanta
You could call it Magic Johnson

Gone off the shrooms, I'm stoned like tomb
Bitch, I do what I do like the groom
Lookin' death in the eyes, kissin' fear on the lips
I'm so faded my nigga, I'm ‘bout to disappear in this bitch
Like poof there go my roof
Pow there go my hammer
Come around here stuntin'
Get jacked like Aladin
2 times to them haters
Headshots to the snitches
If the best of life are freedom
Why the fuck we pay attention?
Pockets on hammers
I go dime a dinner dust
Too many pills, too many blunts
2 bitches named such and such
Young Money, we ouchea
We turnt up ‘bout that life
My pockets fat like Jack Black
If I go broke I'mma jack whites
My bitch bad as fuck nigga
My goons ‘bout that sugar play
Merk one of these soft niggas
Now I'm in call for a pillow case
This is the magic show but 2 ain't no trick ho
Fuck niggas, no Christos
It's me, Flow, D4

Fish tailin' at the parking lot like samon
She swallowed all my kids, bitch we could've had a family
The way I make the purp disappear, straight vanish
Smoke fire, spit fire, puff the magic dragon

Tunechi!
D4 ho
Future, fuck with ‘em
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