Magik! ​ilyaugust

[Chorus]
Blue on my blade got me feeling just like Magik
Choppa on my waist, high tech, toting gadgets
Yeah we up it let it spray
We don't pop out with no hat tricks
Yeah my shooters they don't play
This shit real it ain't no magic

[Verse]
With my soldiers and they stay on go
In the back of the vette with a pretty bad bitch that I barely even know (Yeah)
Smellin' shit up my nose
And you know we in the back chillin' with my bros (Woah)
In the back with the gang rollin' pressure in the truck so I thought that you should know (Ahh, ahh)

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