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shittyboyz - visa magicians lyrics

visa magicians lyrics
[verse 1: babytron]
road running, sinning with a bible on the dash’
brodie sliding off a perc’, got the rifle with the flash
ayy, ayy, b+tch, ayy
dawg a lil’ pup, have my bullies pick on him
what yo glocky got? mines got a fully switch on it
told my b+tch, “roll the runtz, don’t let no cookie get on it”
if the sneakers don’t cost a band, the hoodie hit for it
two liters, six of wockiana, boy, this sh+t potion
shouldn’t have left me wide open, now i’m finna swish on ’em
magician with the visas, finna do a trick on ’em
unky need a first place medal, swear his wrist golden
where yo toughest gang member at? i’ll big bro him
mister backdoor, you won’t hear him, he be tip+toeing
how the f+ck i’m on fire ’round this b+tch? my kit frozen
we gon’ leave him flopping on the floor, we catch him fish bowling

[verse 2: trdee & babytron]
oh, they still sleeping? wake ’em up just like a rumble strip
how the f+ck you run off with a bag and you fumble it?
i ain’t never really care for magic but i know a trick
had his own wave and fell off, i know he sick
when we getting private, i’ma slam it, lob city blake
he prolly say our music ass ’cause he can’t relate
we the top ten out the mit’, it ain’t no debate
can’t believe you really still broke, it might be yo fate
don’t look when you see me out, might be with yo b+tch
i ain’t never have to see a mic, i still was getting rich
f+ck how she look when we done, i send her with a kick
(ayy, sh+ttyboyz)
[verse 3: stanwill]
double dutching out of sprint with jacks, i’m ’bout to double up
tryna set the play? them .233s’ll blow yo huddle up
the opps ain’t touching pape’ for real, boy, they can’t f+ck with us
peep a group of b+tches at the function, bet they come with us
i don’t want the head unless it leave me with the noodle legs
throw the stacks of dog sh+t to my ear, b+tch, i’m a doodoo head
could’ve road ran a route but f+ck it, b+tch, we flew instead
broomstick in the chop, it got ’em jumping like a newlywed
all i do is talk sh+t, all i rock is off drip
if my shooter turn that mode on, he gon’ off sh+t
bet not play, we pause sh+t
wake up, take mall trip
she gon’ f+ck for sure i up the fifty ball in all strips

- shittyboyz lyrics

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