- Black Magic (Prod. Level) 歌词 andrew spacey
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- andrew spacey Black Magic (Prod. Level) 歌词
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- I heard that you're playin', lil baby this ain't a bracket
I heard that they acting but they know this ain't a pageant
They don't f*ck with me, no they hating me with a passion
'Cause I got some rubies and emeralds on my jacket
I ain't really f*ckin' with none of that black magic
I heard at end of the road that it's pretty tragic
I hope when I die at least I get a pretty casket
Put it in my system I see HD
We could dance at the disco like the 80's
I wonder if she like me hoping maybe
I been on my ass I'm feeling lazy
Spark another let's get hazy
Smoke on the pack oh
Finally I can relax oh
I never brag oh
The stats speaking on my behalf oh
Ride in the rain
Clouds up above
As you walkin' away
But the sun come to play
When you calling my name
And I'm lost in the feeling of falling again
Falling again
Falling again
Falling again
I get the cash so I'm balling again
And I'm calling the shots like I'm Hardaway
Hardaway
Hardaway
Hardaway
Always on my mind when you far away
Please, baby don't throw my heart away
She got me high as a b*tch (B!)
Now I wan' fly with the b*tch (B!)
I'll never lie to the b*tch (B!)
As long as she's my little b*tch (B!)
You know I'll never do treason
If you're believing in me
You know that this is my season
Don't worry just leave it to me
(Oh, oh)
You know that I'm so connected like Bluetooth
I am so clean, b*tch I'm lookin' like new shoes
My mama told me not to f*ck with the voodoo
Legendary, b*tch I'm stuntin' like Mewtwo
I know that they talkin' down on my name
When I prove 'em wrong they ain't speakin' again
That's why I don't really got any friends
They doubting on me they ain't really my kin
I ain't really f*ckin' with none of that black magic
I heard at the end of the road that it's pretty tragic
I hope when I die at least I get a pretty casket
I hope when I die at least I get a pretty casket
I heard that you're playin', lil baby this ain't a bracket
I heard that they acting but they know this ain't a pageant
They don't f*ck with me, no they hating me with a passion
'Cause I got some rubies and emeralds on my jacket
I ain't really f*ckin' with none of that black magic
I heard at end of the road that it's pretty tragic
I hope when I die at least I get a pretty casket
Put it in my system I see HD
We could dance at the disco like the 80's
I wonder if she like me hoping maybe
I been on my ass I'm feeling lazy
Spark another let's get hazy
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