"Music City Magic" lyrics
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want-want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We go dumb, dumb, dumb Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Charlie Daniels got a fiddle I want somethin' shiny too
Tell that devil I got riddles, meet me then it's over do
Bring that Arduino mic, make sure you got soak it in gold
I want it still drippin' while I'm takin' that bitch home
'Cause I'm too nasty for that swamp that's why you see me tread alone
I'm too jazzy for the game, button presser and lonely saxophone
Lyrics hieroglyphic and these dudes can't read Rosetta Stone
My shine too bright so call me hip-hop Anglo Saxon you ho
I got no distractions bro, Trackhawk got that traction though
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I'll cut the bass down when I pass your road
I was reminissin' wishin' that tourists would go back home
CM6 on two packs and starin' right at their soul
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want-want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We go dumb, dumb, dumb Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want-want
Fifty game, honeysuckle mode on a drippin' chain
6-1-5 to live the hood and woods form up the motorcade
I'm huggin' motherfucker, ask around I'm just a lighter shade
My soul was banned in black and I'm spittin' [?] tobacco stains
Ain't no slang tourist speak to me make 'em sound like what we do
Cancel culture for these divas when the WiFi what they lose
Got on my slides and my pajamas, that's my outfit when I shoot
We do the Dasher Dancer Prancer Vixon standin' on your roof
We endin' up on Nashville scoop
You in the Ville stay in the loop
Money around here don't stand out by standin' in a suit
Pull up in cars that go 'swoop'
And if we got the free time Broadway girls ain't at the Omni with you
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want-want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We go dumb, dumb, dumb Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Want-want-want-want-want-want-want-want-want
What white boy don't wanna be jazzed [?]
Ha, ha, ha
Bro, them was the days
Y'all remember who run it? (Who run it?)
Man the whole city run it motherfucker
Goodbye
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We go dumb, dumb, dumb Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want-want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We go dumb, dumb, dumb Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Charlie Daniels got a fiddle I want somethin' shiny too
Tell that devil I got riddles, meet me then it's over do
Bring that Arduino mic, make sure you got soak it in gold
I want it still drippin' while I'm takin' that bitch home
'Cause I'm too nasty for that swamp that's why you see me tread alone
I'm too jazzy for the game, button presser and lonely saxophone
Lyrics hieroglyphic and these dudes can't read Rosetta Stone
My shine too bright so call me hip-hop Anglo Saxon you ho
I got no distractions bro, Trackhawk got that traction though
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I'll cut the bass down when I pass your road
I was reminissin' wishin' that tourists would go back home
CM6 on two packs and starin' right at their soul
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want-want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We go dumb, dumb, dumb Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want-want
Fifty game, honeysuckle mode on a drippin' chain
6-1-5 to live the hood and woods form up the motorcade
I'm huggin' motherfucker, ask around I'm just a lighter shade
My soul was banned in black and I'm spittin' [?] tobacco stains
Ain't no slang tourist speak to me make 'em sound like what we do
Cancel culture for these divas when the WiFi what they lose
Got on my slides and my pajamas, that's my outfit when I shoot
We do the Dasher Dancer Prancer Vixon standin' on your roof
We endin' up on Nashville scoop
You in the Ville stay in the loop
Money around here don't stand out by standin' in a suit
Pull up in cars that go 'swoop'
And if we got the free time Broadway girls ain't at the Omni with you
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want-want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We go dumb, dumb, dumb Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Want-want-want-want-want-want-want-want-want
What white boy don't wanna be jazzed [?]
Ha, ha, ha
Bro, them was the days
Y'all remember who run it? (Who run it?)
Man the whole city run it motherfucker
Goodbye
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We gon' Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
Muscle cars started, motherfucker here I come
We go dumb, dumb, dumb Music City magic I'm the one
Satan got some gold inside his pocket that I want
