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Mula! Yeah, look I'ma tell you all this last time, don't get involved Bullets start, ripping through the walls Hit your baby momma, and the house door We making house calls I'm an outlaw, in the south ward Knock your ass out, if you talk stupid Got a big dick, so I walk stupid She got that hit it quick in the car booty (Hold on) Bad hoes need to get a raise, Lame niggas tryna get away But all your diamonds need to get appraised, you in the way Too many nights I was out lurking, mine in the days Nine days on my ocean drive with a bad bitch lyin in the shades Sipping minute maid, gotta penetrate, let me demonstrate Got the Jones soda with the drink in it Got a backwood with the dank in it Party ain't popping if we ain't in it Go Blake Griffin, might flex on 'em That's too much sauce I bet them hoes know who I are They treat a nigga like a superstar and that's what I am I got your bitch but that's my bitch So that's our bitch and that's all cool When you trip out, won't dip out She just call me and I fall through SongtexteAnd that's bad news Hold these nuts, cashews Vroom, I flew past you New whips here, what the bags do, past cool My enemies should get a good breakfast and a cup of coffee I know refugees that don't rush things, they kill 'em softly My closet still got Nike boxes and a couple corpses Look, even though I'll never sell my soul, I got a couple offers Don't think about it, I smoke about it, I drink about it They rap a body, then rap about it Sink the body, then sing about it Zip the body, then sip about it Fuck the world, I'ma still get some cool things up out it If a CEO wanna dance all in my video, I need a big deposit Swerve, swerve, I'm back on 'em I bet I'm turning my back on 'em I fuck, then see if Tune, Jay Jones, Hoody or Mack want 'em Real shit, I've seen good girl go to airports with that pack on 'em Trill shit, I've seen bad bitches with good genes but I slack on 'em I ain't focused there Gotham City, got Batmans and Jokers there I'm in the club but I'm in the cut, they got cameras here like Oprah's here Since a kid, I heard gunshots, mothers cry, all the shit soldiers hear So I had to Abracadabra, voila just to make hope appear Young Abracadabra, Abracadabra! We rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened Copperfield, I just popped a seal You dont believe in magic, but you know that I'm for real Voila, Voila! Ta-da, Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila! Told my momma, nana I'm doing my count Don't ruin my count Bust to em, I'm out Voila, Voila! Ta-da, Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila! Mama, nana I'm doing my count Don't ruin my count Bust to em, I'm out, Voila! Magic Dust, yeah that's a rush Got her cracking up, crying all at once Man, that was fun , Im spazzing up Im gassing up that Cali stuff, that massacre Im magical with chemicals And smashing stuff, Metallica Satanical like Skeletor You're greener than a salad bar I leave from here to Africa To read some Maya Angelou And prank a call, you acting all Di Caprio We trap and go from caserole We back and fourth in traffic with that Macklemore That magic snow, it's always cold And my freak on that molly water I met this bitch on Collins But she out the hood, her mama cook I'm on the way, Im on a stage The Magic show, I feel like Dave I walk on water, float in air I'm over there, I'm in your face I pop up out of nowhere Bap-bap at your doorbell Disappear in thin air All we leave is smoke there Smoking roadkill, she on coke here Stash is sticking to her nosehair I'm a magician in the motel Moving tricks for wholesale Hold on, abracadabra The data don't matter We rata-ta-ta-ta, over the chatter We got mo' ammo than Granma Hammers and hammers Pull up in Lambos Shoot up the cameras Die in pyjamas Find you with Sam and your wife and your mamas All in your family, I'm balling like Magic Voila! Abracadabra, Abracadabra! We rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened Copperfield, I just popped a cell You dont believe in magic, but you know that I'm for real Voila, Voila! Ta-da, Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila! Momma, nana I'm doing my count Don't ruin my count Bust to em, I'm out, Voila Abracadabra, Abracadabra! We rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened Copperfield, I just popped a seal You dont believe in magic But you know that I'm too real, Voila, Voila ! OVO shorts, high socks Music is art, Basquiat Niggas is squares hopscotch Time out, nana, I got sauce you dryed out I'm big boss, you big mouth Magic show don't miss out Voila ! What haven't I done yet? I haven't Bungee jumped, err, haven't been to Mount Everest, err, take that back, I've probably have been to Mount Everest. Probably flown over it, probably rolled past it and it just was twisted, you nah mean? That's real shit, real shit, real shit. Holla at my friends, they will let you know slime has sat down and probably at with the president, and whatever president it was at the time, totally don't remember, you nah mean? But I do remember, Obama saying my name in a speech, shoutout Obama. But still, what haven't I done yet....release Carter 5 Aus Songtexte Mania