southsidesilhouette – magic lyrics
[intro]
do you wanna go to war? do you wanna go war?
c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon
[chorus]
pull out them bands, look like lizzo (uh+huh)
flipping that paper like judo (like judo)
yeah, that sh+t real blue like articuno
hit her and her friend, where the new ho? (woo)
catching feelings, that sh+t out the window
on these sweats, yeah, i’m dripping hail lucy (hail lucy)
get high as f+ck, now my life like a movie
she got a big b+tt, i’m calling her judy
she pull up on me, she driving a whoopty
and i go in every time like i’m hooping (yeah)
take the smoke to the face, kurt cobain
yеah, i pull out my phone, hit a play in the bando (yeah, yеah, yeah), you know that we digital trappin’
i wouldn’t be as having without my gang, or dolcé, yeah, he showed me the magic
[verse]
i was born and raised in f+cking georgia (huh)
moved to cali when i got a lil’ older (uh+huh)
met my brother, yeah, he a d+mn soldier
came back in the a in eleventh grade
and i got to the green like i’m ‘sposed to
bad b+tch, wanna go to eat (uh), bae, i’m the menu (uh+uh)
i’m a rockstar, we gon’ mosh up at my venues (uh+uh)
i’m a dog, n+gga, eat these beats up like they can+food (uh, uh+uh)
and i ball, n+gga, runway drip when i step through (uh, when i step through)
yeah, my drip comin’ from overseas
maison margiela all on my sweater
n+ggas envy me, i do it better
and this sh+t real light work like a featjer
smokin’ on gas that grow up in la
they won’t pay me so i take they cheddar
made it through the rain with no umbrella
ricky leather lookin’ like nutella
[chorus]
pull out them bands, look like lizzo (uh+huh)
flipping that paper like judo (like judo)
yeah, that sh+t real blue like articuno
hit her and her friend, where the new ho? (woo)
catching feelings, that sh+t out the window
on these sweats, yeah, i’m dripping hail lucy (hail lucy)
get high as f+ck, now my life like a movie
she got a big b+tt, i’m calling her judy
she pull up on me, she driving a whoopty
and i go in every time like i’m hooping (yeah)
take the smoke to the face, kurt cobain
yeah, i pull out my phone, hit a play in the bando (yeah, yeah, yeah), you know that we digital trappin’
i wouldn’t be as having without my gang, or dolcé, yeah, he showed me the magic
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