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Magic City on a Monday Yeezys on like I'm Kanye Pull up on her on the runway Polo jammies, yeah, I'm comfy Niggas runnin' with the fengshui Linen suit on a Sunday Think I hit her on a Wednesday That ain't what I call a hump day Swear that pussy felt like Yoplait I'm a rockstar, word to Cobain Keep the bands like I'm Coldplay I've been ballin' on them just like Coke K The police still stuck in their old ways They gon' get off like they OJ Y'all just actin' like it's okay Stuntin' like my daddy O'Shea I'm dripped up in all this Dolce (designer) I've been still out like a probay (designer) Rule number one: yeah, they gon' hate (let 'em hate) Water top tees up in Norway I'm eating good fuck a cold plate And my vato got them low rings (yeah) Ive got two chicks who go both ways (yeah) After I fuck, buenas noches (Kap G) SongtexteMagic City on a Monday Yeezys on like I'm Kanye Pull up on her on the runway Polo jammies, yeah, I'm comfy Niggas runnin' with the fengshui Linen suit on a Sunday Think I hit her on a Wednesday That ain't what I call a hump day I do not care what your friends say Quit all that blockin', Dikembe Me and my bae the new Kimye And I feel like the GOAT like I'm MJ Drippin' in sauce, I'm the sensei I get a hundred dollar temp fade I'm a magic with the shrimp steak Baby, take that address where your friends stay Last year I ain't had shit This year I'm gettin' mad rich I want the arroz with the catfish (woo) Hit my DM, just don't catfish (for real) I just wanna date an actress I'ma beat it like I'm Cassius Put the playboy bunny, way more money David Blaine with the hat tricks (Kap G) Magic City on a Monday Yeezys on like I'm Kanye Pull up on her on the runway Polo jammies, yeah, I'm comfy Niggas runnin' with the fengshui Linen suit on a Sunday Think I hit her on a Wednesday That ain't what I call a hump day I just might throw out your rings, she wanna stay at the pent', yeah I wanna truck with the brakes, I got the gas and it stinks, yeah Hit the hoes at the same time, I had them yelling out, "Jinx," yeah If Donald Trump go build the fence, we gon' get that and fend, yeah Real niggas gettin' the sting, rest in peace to that boy Chinx, yeah (RIP) My sauce drippin' like a scene, I got her sippin' the drink, yeah (drippin') She tatted with all the ink, she naked under that mink, yeah (woo) Soon as we get to the crib, I'ma slid over them pinks, yeah (Kap G) Magic City on a Monday Yeezys on like I'm Kanye Pull up on her on the runway Polo jammies, yeah, I'm comfy Niggas runnin' with the fengshui Linen suit on a Sunday Think I hit her on a Wednesday That ain't what I call a hump day Aus Songtexte Mania