"Magic" lyrics
(feat. BamSavage)
Daniel Di Angelo
Yeah
Yeah
These niggas tryna steal my swag and fashion
If you want a feature, know I'm touchin'
Niggas say "I want it made", I made it happen
You won't catch me by myself, I don't be lackin'
Smith & Wesson, it's the only thing I'm cappin'
Go hard at motherfucker with no passion (Woo)
Hundred rack on my carpet like Aladdin
If it wasn't for this rap shit, I'd be trappin'
And it wasn't for my ex, I wouldn't be rappin'
I know you niggas, they sleepin' on me, you nap (Nap)
The booth is high, spittin' flames like a dragon
I'm playin' with that womb like it's magic
If you asking if I'm sober, this is drink two (Drink two)
[?], I'm on my last two (Last two)
[?], I got you, I can't replace you (-Place you)
But you better ask her first, my name will wait too (Wait too)
[?] I've been told you're dumb, but I'm free too (Free too)
If they ask me if I claim you, I say "claim who?" (Claim who?)
If I was your girl, I'd be ashamed too
Let's go
Yeah
I'm that one nigga with music you can relate to
Yeah
These motherfuckers think they got my passion
All my hard-earned money, they turning on me, distractions
I swear that's your bitch that just called me to say she's smashin'
She's nasty
Now just told me she's classy, she's bratty, she flashy
I could tell in her face, she's the nanny
Knowin' that she wants me more than you makes me happy
Amused seein' these bitches throwin' bras and their panties
I got all these hoes lickin' on me like it's candy
Bambi, don't want you cryin' "Save me"
Your pussy always feels right
Your pussy's made of Plan B
I'll back you like a fanny
I'll never see your grammy
I thought you were my blood, bitch
I thought you were my family, no no
These niggas tryna steal my swag and fashion (Ohh)
If you want a feature, know I'm touchin' (I'm touchin')
Niggas say "I want it made", I made it happen (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
You won't catch me by myself, I don't be lackin'
Smith & Wesson, it's the only thing I'm cappin'
Go hard at motherfucker with no passion (Woo)
Hundred rack on my carpet like Aladdin
If it wasn't for this rap shit, I'd be trappin'
And it wasn't for my ex, I wouldn't be rappin'
I know you niggas stay sleepin' on me, you nap (Nap)
The booth is high, spittin' flames like a dragon
I'm playin' with that womb like it's magic
I'm playin' with that womb like it's magic
Yeah
Yeah
These niggas tryna steal my swag and fashion
If you want a feature, know I'm touchin'
Niggas say "I want it made", I made it happen
You won't catch me by myself, I don't be lackin'
Smith & Wesson, it's the only thing I'm cappin'
Go hard at motherfucker with no passion (Woo)
Hundred rack on my carpet like Aladdin
If it wasn't for this rap shit, I'd be trappin'
And it wasn't for my ex, I wouldn't be rappin'
I know you niggas, they sleepin' on me, you nap (Nap)
The booth is high, spittin' flames like a dragon
I'm playin' with that womb like it's magic
If you asking if I'm sober, this is drink two (Drink two)
[?], I'm on my last two (Last two)
[?], I got you, I can't replace you (-Place you)
But you better ask her first, my name will wait too (Wait too)
[?] I've been told you're dumb, but I'm free too (Free too)
If they ask me if I claim you, I say "claim who?" (Claim who?)
If I was your girl, I'd be ashamed too
Let's go
Yeah
I'm that one nigga with music you can relate to
Yeah
These motherfuckers think they got my passion
All my hard-earned money, they turning on me, distractions
I swear that's your bitch that just called me to say she's smashin'
She's nasty
Now just told me she's classy, she's bratty, she flashy
I could tell in her face, she's the nanny
Knowin' that she wants me more than you makes me happy
Amused seein' these bitches throwin' bras and their panties
I got all these hoes lickin' on me like it's candy
Bambi, don't want you cryin' "Save me"
Your pussy always feels right
Your pussy's made of Plan B
I'll back you like a fanny
I'll never see your grammy
I thought you were my blood, bitch
I thought you were my family, no no
These niggas tryna steal my swag and fashion (Ohh)
If you want a feature, know I'm touchin' (I'm touchin')
Niggas say "I want it made", I made it happen (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
You won't catch me by myself, I don't be lackin'
Smith & Wesson, it's the only thing I'm cappin'
Go hard at motherfucker with no passion (Woo)
Hundred rack on my carpet like Aladdin
If it wasn't for this rap shit, I'd be trappin'
And it wasn't for my ex, I wouldn't be rappin'
I know you niggas stay sleepin' on me, you nap (Nap)
The booth is high, spittin' flames like a dragon
I'm playin' with that womb like it's magic
I'm playin' with that womb like it's magic
