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sean mags - maad city freeverse (mags city) lyrics

[intro]
this town i run my n-gga
315, that’s my home my n-gga
fbc is what i rep my n-gga
mags, b-tch

[verse 1]
brace yourself, i’ll take you on a flight, this here first cl-ss
first you subtract all the phonies, add your money, simple math
never been a one to brag, i’m just speaking from my past
first i f-ck her then i dash, guess i’m learning from my dad
this right here is tragic, flowing like a savage
hey, they ain’t talking cramps when they i say i be spazzing
plus that kush got a n-gga eyes low
[?] bumping and drive slow
satan is my time hoe, what the f-ck you think i grind for
since a youngin’ i was always told get them bucks
said her life ain’t been the same since (bleep) and me have f-cked
but it’s looking like i made it, the key to this is patience
if ya’ll started from the bottom, i guess i started from the bas-m-nt
homie, why you always hating, mean-muggin with all them faces
half my homies [?], other half caught some cases
but my brody doing well, so you know they making bail
if they saying i ain’t hot, guess it’s because i’m raising h-ll
like, the old man or should i say amen
since jesus left this earth, i ain’t fear a man
faded behind up in the club, b-tches doing the rain dance
so that’s racks and racks, and that’s a fact
scream out “who that?”, they yelling that’s young mags
and that’s a d-mn shame these chicks don’t know my d-mn name
fbc oe, you n-ggas all know my campaign
i’m riding around on my side of town, that’s the [?] b-tch, so you heard this
these lames get on my nerves but i make all these lames nervous
so back up before my n-ggas start to act up, you get clapped up
then wrapped up, then packed up, then shipped off
watch me as i lift off like sp-ce b-lls or sp-ce jams
all these bars up in the booth, feeling like i’m caged in
trunk sounds like a caveman, b-ss that he’s just banging
got this critics on their toes like i’m screaming hang ten
(lean) well surfs up, i’m bout’ to join that surf club
bad b-tches catering, it’s only right they serve us
my n-ggas ain’t no joke, it’s something you outta know
if you f-ck around with them f-ck arounds you get hold up, n-gga
tell bravo to roll up n-gga
trying to smoke that sticky
315 be my home but also know as mags city, muhf-cka

- sean mags lyrics

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