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magno - old school beat lyrics

[magno]
it’s magno on a old school beat, 22’s on a old school fleet
you ain’t a cadillac mag, i could tell by them hoes you meet
girls love me cause the flow’s unique, it’s no compet-tion
don’t even try to rap mag, we rock fitted’s now
throw away that snap back, if it’s a mag track then you know that’s money
that’s a hardwood cl-ssic, not a throwback dummy
in denver colorado, with a colfax honey
like a nose i got a flow that’s runny, yeah
you know me, i’m down to choke and beat a hater
that’s if i lose my cool, like a broke refrigerator
y’all n-gg-s think y’all m-ffle, till i break y’all face into pieces
like a jigsaw puzzle, hoes ease my brain like a cheap psychiatrist
i got they voice breaking up, like cingular wireless
i c-ck back, and let that weaponry go
your flows tacky, outdated like that 70’s show
magnificent that kid, that’s destined to blow
collecting the do’, put that smith-n-wess to your throat
either take a deep swallow, or three hollows
choose wisely, i treat you cats like ron isely
left between the sheets, when i bust that 3-8
got your mom’s crying a river, like justin t-lake
so go ahead, just admit i’m best
‘fore i put this chrome to your pipe, like an emission test
you ain’t even ‘pose, to been a roller
dealing with mag, chiefs get bagged like groceries at kroger’s
i got the cutest broads, i pull up with model chicks
that’s taller, than nba shooting guards
but magno’s, playing the point
i -ssist her with d-ck, and then we blazing a joint
i keep on displaying the point, that i’m the coldest
i’m the joystick, i control this
that’s why your ex, still wanna page
my alb-m gon sell, like x pills at a rave
the rookie of the year, gon make a mill in a day
if it don’t, i’m making mills from the game
i never beg for pennies, think different
better scramble, like some eggs at denny’s
i got that chrome and that lead, to tempt me
i’ma squeeze, till your head is empty
magnificent spit that real, and make a jerk nervous
people sleeping on your flows, like church service
cause you worthless, who messing with mag
keep talking, you’ll be missing a dad
matter fact you’ll be missing a moms, you get abused for joking
my b-lls so big, they could be used for bowling
and i don’t mean to seem ferocious
my click exterminate, but i don’t mean for roaches
i got lines, like a operator
might go to oakland, and just cop the raiders
you just don’t know man, i’ll pop a hater
you got some do’ man, but my knot is greater
then nod your head, in a slow bob
i hate working, but i will take a bl-w j-b
it’s magno, i keep wrecking the flow
that’s why your boy, collecting the do’
i step in the room ice chain, mike got the ice mouth
you might see us on t.v., the ice house
a street flavor, we got that street flavor
haters wanna hate, but them stats beat haters, yeah

- magno lyrics

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