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young santiago - tragic magic lyrics

ring la belle

ay yo, patti i
had a dream like just last night
that jill told me i was the black jack white, yea
king of the hill, standing on scott street
eating frenchys with a half-mexi half black and white freak
nba fantasy a baller’s life
fans wanna duel me but the odds are like
3 to 2, like her, i’m taken by god
so y’all n-ggas can’t have me, y’all fake and fraud
satan, is your friend
she prefers satin and leather
you bought a saturn to match
an e for effort
still made the wrong move
now where is your escape?
that’s all you can afford
she’s in a benz, you’re too late
can’t catch up cause the 0 to 60 in the amg is like 1-2-3
poof! you’re in another world, the flow is magic
i’m goran dragic, slovenian left-handed cook child
with handles that’s wild
twirling my hand around and round
i’m james harden with the crown
i’m the king of h-town i’ll, never bow down, homie
unless it’s to queen b
cause if she asks me for a verse then i might come
free of charge
no disrespect jay, these just bars
and i’m just laying with the beat like she’s venus, i’m mars

shout out to mars
dc’s finest
toronto-vixen-vexing n-gga known for plexing if you test him
like that white boy flexing against him in the no-flex zone
pusha t, had to hit him
code we live by is one of respect
close your mouth sloane, you’re good but you’re not there yet

can’t forget serena
ain’t too young for that -ss
tryna see if it’s muscle or its some tushy in your past
you know, not too mushy, i don’t get too gushy
i’m more of the common cold
like your skirt when it flows, up
don’t get mad at me talking bout it if you flaunt it
i’ll respect you as a woman, respect the fact that i want it
cause really i’m just a gunna like rick james with a runner son
brent barry for three, deeper still, one hunna
chief or keef, big or ye
just know i’m more jaded when i spit it so aye
if i kiss you the first time, just know it’s your last breath
i just did, hope you was ready for life after death

young
rest in peace to the notorious b.i.g
a.k.a. big poppa
adam i know you see me out here dog
sh-t is a muf-ckin layup, my n-gga

except i’m kyrie with the left
unique, uniquely hard to guard and most importantly the best

- young santiago lyrics

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