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[Verse 1: T.I.]

Off the top I'm bossed up

You ain't talking money don't talk to us

I'm steady stacking that guac up

Ball harder than you when I'm locked up

You the type of nigga that pop up

When niggas rolling that kush, huh

Got mine growing like grapevines

In the back yard, come look, bruh

I pull up, hop out, bad ho just pop out

Hating nigga better watch out

Still riding with that Glock out

My style so mean til it's hostile

And aggressive dawg, come check your dawg

Spend a couple of mill, no stress at all

Big bank roll, no checks at all

FYI I'm flexing y'all, game A1 professional

You small ball like golf balls

I basketball, go ask your broad

Tell her legs open sesame

Abracadabra she wet for me

Like ta-da, voila, Gucci, Louie, Stravers, Prada

[Hook: Future]

Fishtailing out the parking lot leaving Magic

Two bad bitches and I got 'em out of Magic

The way I made it work, disappear, call it magic

Sipping on the Purple and the Yellow, drinking Magic

Voila, magic, voila, magic, voila, magic, voila, magic

Fishtailing out the parking lot leaving magic

Sipping on the Purple and Yellow, drinking Magic

[Verse 2: Future]

On my way to Aspen, I forgot to do my taxes

Call up my accountant, he gon' make it do magic

Had to get a driver just to drop me at the airport

Way I smoked the Blunts man I burned 'em up like Newport

Fifty thousand dollars on superstar attire

K.E. and Young Future bringing them fire

All this damn cash make a bitch wanna retire

Gotta drop a half a brick you wanna put me on a flyer

Excuse me but my lingo crazy

See these diamonds ain't none of 'em fugazi

Two bad bitches wanna fuck me the greatest

AMG in a brand new Mercedes

Turn out the lot I'mma do a 180

For the haters I'mma go ahead do it 360

Drinking on a Sprite got Lean all in it

I'm a astronaut nigga better church my pimping


[Verse 3: Future]

Billionaire boy that's true inspiration

Learn to astronaut kid no such thing as limitation

Flying down 20 in the motherfucking spaceship

Just left Magic in the motherfucking basement

Two bitches trailing in a Beemer out of Germany

Got a thing for me, don't want a thing from me

They like my energy, not my Embassy

I know tricks like Criss Angel

I don't trick but I could make you famous

You could disappear from your past life

You'll reappear, no outta sight

I'm Pluto talking, to Jimmy walking, when you walking

I used to be fly but now I'm hawking

I rose on Earth and now I'm sci-fi, voila

I stay high, my bitches on they high horse

I double back like two cups

And crawl out in that new Porsche


T.I. и Future - Magic – текст

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