Future

Magic (Remix)
[feat. T.I.] Off top I'm bossed up, they talking money don't talk us I'm scared to stacking that [?] up All [?] you when I'm locked up You type of nigger get popped off When nigger rolling that kush of Got mind growing like great vines In the backyard, come look, bro Half culo, half out, bad hoe just popped out Hey nigger better watch out, steer around that block out [?] it's hostile [?] come check it dawg Spend a couple of mills, no stress at all Big bank roll no checks at all [?] game ain't won professional You smile ball like [?] I basketball, go ask your bro Tell her legs open says me Abracadabra, she wear for me Like ta-ra, voila, gucci louie [?] prada, ah [Chorus:] Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot Leavin' magic Two bad bitches & I got 'em out of magic The way I make that work -disappear call it magic SongtexteSipping on the purple and the yellow drinking magic. Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot Leavin' magic Two bad bitches & I got 'em out of magic The way I make that work- disappear call magic Sipping on the purple and yellow drinking magic. Voila! magic, voila! magic, voila! magic, voila! magic Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot Leavin' magic Sipping on the purple and yellow drinking magic. On my way to aspen, I forgot to do my taxes Call up my accountant, he gone make it to magic Had to get a driver just to drop me at the airport (for what?) The way I smoked the blunts man I burned 'em up like newport (smoke up) $50, 000 on a superstar's attire (design!) Ke & young future bringin' them the fire All this damn cash make a bitch wanna retire Gotta drop a half a brick you wanna put me on a flyer 'Cuse me but my lingo crazy See these diamonds ain't none of 'em forgave me Two bad bitches wanna fuck me the greatest Aye young g in a brand new mercedes Turn out the lot I'm a do a 180 For the haters I'm a gone 'head & do a 360 Drinkin' on sprite got lean all day I'm a astronaut nigga better chruch my pimpin' [Chorus] Billionaire boy that's true inspiration Learned the astronaut kid no such thing as limitation Flyin' down 20 in the mothafuckin' spaceship Just left magic in the mothafuckin' (dayship?) Two bitches trailin' in a platinum infiniti Gotta thing for me, don't wanna sing for me, they like my energy, I'm a embassy I know tricks like cris angel Ion trick but I could make you famous You could disappear from yo past life You a real [?] no outta sight I'm pluto talkin', jimmy walkin' when you walkin' I used to be fly but now I'm hawkin' I was an earthlin' now I'm sifi While I, I stay high] My bitches on they high horse I double back like two cups And pull out in that new porshe [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania