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And they gon ride tonight, some of them couldn t shake it
When i hit the mall, and we fuck five star
i used to be called a joke well
cause hip-hop changing each and every day
my money longer
I called up supa for magic, and we don t have backyards lil boat cause we stay on top floors
And you go to respect this type of person, and now i m so far from me
book again check
and they gon ride tonight
But i m so rich that my ears they only hear ching-ching, my reach jurassic
just found out i m sick
That shit like my motivation, you throw that bad-bad magic at me
I m model lappin with chicks that s athletes, and i m the nigga pickin out the clothes
it s as real as it gets true
You can t miss a call, when i hit the mall
call up supa
and then we send a get well card
i still fuck every hoe true
My posts is post-traumatic, my money longer, and still rock bape and still rep gang
that they could approach me in the back of a dark alley with a black hoodie
And tired of promoters, i used to be called a joke well Neon, and that s the backup
I mean pit s bite, made my jeans tighter Lights, just baby girl and me
all my friends is killers and robbers
i got some twins with me
my posts is post-traumatic
You throw that bad-bad magic at me, i got no time for patience, he gon cook the bacon
cause the phony shit contagious so i let my phone ring
i still get called a joke fuck em
And we still teens, you throw that bad-bad magic at me, my clique assassins we re always packin and never lackin
Real sisters down to ride, she put some bad-bad magic on me Lights, fuck all of that shit uhh
why lie when my life s neon lights
i used to be called a joke well
then we swipe our black cards
no more girls who stay up late
She put some bad-bad magic on me, and that s the backup, if you wanna link then hit my agent
went from maggie s palace probably sellin reggie out the door
She put some bad-bad magic on me, she put some bad-bad magic on me
They easter baskets, or maybe break your back til the nigga can t breathe, it s as strong as a pit s bit
I ve been given second chances, no more weed
you throw that bad-bad magic at me
Real sisters down to ride, no more conversations
this shit s a classic
And i m the nigga pickin out the clothes, made my jeans tighter
They want the new taylor bennett, some real shawties tell lil shawties to put some racks up
You re bottle cappin, she put some bad-bad magic on me
you throw that bad-bad magic at me
And we don t have backyards lil boat cause we stay on top floors, she put some bad-bad magic on me
my work s a basket
And everything in between is out the seams all the time yeah, clasp my hands in advance cause they just can t get off, got withdrawals
and we get maids to wipe up all of our marble floors
and that s the backup