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fivio foreign – magic city (demo) lyrics

[intro: fivio foreign]
(axl)
(m.w.a. music)
(mmm, nah, turn that up, young madz)
huh
turn that sh+t up

[chorus: quavo]
real n+ggas and ratchet b+tches (huh)
hundred racks when the racks too skinny (boom, boom)
i f+ck my b+tch and i get back to business (woo, woo)
thinking ’bout turning brooklyn into magic city (huh)
ass and titties (like), hundred and fifties (yeah)
b+tch, i’m going viral, put that on the bible (woo)
turned my shooters to snipers, k!lled ’em on the arrival (grrah)
i k!lled ’em, i k!lled ’em, they gone, they gone (baow, baow, baow, baow)
[verse 1: quavo]
yeah, look
what the f+ck? (what?) if it’s up
n+gga, buck (soo), try your luck (do somethin’)
b+tch bad, but i had to put her up (put her up)
had to grab my other monkey nuts (boom)
gotta slide when a n+gga been touched (skrrt)
gotta ride with the gang, it’s a must (go)
got a ratchet lil’ b+tch that i lay low with, whеn it’s smoke, gotta treat her likе a sl+t (baow, baow, baow)

[verse 2: fivio foreign]
i don’t need to look in her eyes (huh, yeah)
i can tell she a vibe
she reppin’ the gang and i felt like she was mine
she throw up the set and she yell, “free the guys” (woo)
huh, look, i pay the money, n+ggas gon’ die (i pay the money, n+ggas gon’ die)
huh, yeah, if i pay the money, n+ggas gon’ die (grrt, boaw)

[verse 3: quavo]
we get money, n+gga, but what is you on? (what?)
the same day we get it, the same day it’s gone (woo)
back on my grizzy, i’m back on my business, lil’ huncho, lil’ n+gga, i’m back on the throne
went bust down when they were looking for the plain patek (ice)
but i left it at home (ice)
molly, perky, xanny, jesus, and addy
pipe it and get in my zone (yeah, hey, yeah, look, yeah)
[verse 4: fivio foreign]
you n+ggas can’t even give me advice
i like the ice when it’s hittin’ the light
i gotta drip me to get me tonight
and i was so nice that they listened to me twice
n+gga, i cracked the face on the ap and i ain’t even get it fixed (huh, what?)
i don’t wanna get it fixed (wanna get it fixed)
got too much money to give a sh+t (yeah)
she know my body, she shaking her ass
jump in the car and i’m breaking the dash (skrrt)
you listening slow, i ain’t saying it fast
she sat on the drugs, so she making me mad (woo)
yeah, yeah, smoking cookies (smoking cookies, look)
i got hundred thousand dollars worth in jewelry
try to book me, n+gga

[chorus: quavo]
real n+ggas and ratchet b+tches (uh)
hundred racks when the racks too skinny (baow, baow)
i f+ck my b+tch and i get back to business (woo, woo)
thinking ’bout turning brooklyn into magic city (huh)
ass and titties (like), hundred and fifties (yeah)
b+tch, i’m going viral, put that on the bible (woo)
turned my shooters to snipers, k!lled ’em on the arrival (soowoo)
i k!lled ’em, i k!lled ’em, they gone, they gone (baow, baow, baow, baow)

- fivio foreign lyrics

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