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due cruze – mr. magic lyrics

[verse 1: due cruze]
let’s take a walk down my avenue, getting high, smell the fruit, got juice
i got b-tches on deck and they getting loose
this the magic here, how i disappear, getting out of here
it’s a weed cloud, my plug on my speed dial
meanwhile, smoking on this genie in this bottle pipe
all i need now is purple’d up, grape sprite
great night to get a bad b-tch and her best friend
doing well, get them high and do it all again

[hook: due cruze]
b-tches look at me like i’m magic
mr. fantastic, i’m getting high, puff puff p-ss it
b-tches look at me like i’m magic
mr. fantastic, i’m getting high, puff puff p-ss it
b-tches look at me like i’m magic
mr. fantastic, i’m getting high, puff puff p-ss it
b-tches look at me like i’m magic
mr. fantastic, i’m getting high, puff puff p-ss it

[verse 2: carterzay]
fascinated, getting situated, chilling now i relax a bit
turn up on the tv, dial the number so i can call my chick
i like what she working with, she fried up, we high as f-ck
she rolling up the tree you trying to hit, sorry for your luck
them tattoos and her band shoes and her weed cloud in my rear view
high as f-ck and i rub her b-tt, and she talks about what she been through
but baby this is magic, and yes you look fantastic
keep rolling the weed up, seven seas me and my crew making this cl-ssic, huh

[hook]

[verse 3: vikki bolt]
b-tches look at me like, where’d you get that swag at?
smoking h-lla blunts like, where’d you get that cash at?
i back it up, now he be doing double takes
and when we smoking blunts he only p-ssed it to my way
i’m getting paid, i’m making money every way
soon as you close your eye’s you’ll still be seeing my face
my face everywhere, you’ll see that sh-t from outer sp-ce
we out here, peace out to you b-tches that are f-cking fake

[hook]

- due cruze lyrics

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