Magic Remix Lyrics - Pluto - Future

Tell ya Off top I'm bossed up, you ain't talking money don't talk to us 

I'm steady stacking that guap up 

Ball harder den you when I'm locked up 

You type of nigga just pop up 

When niggas rolling that kush huh 

Got mine growing like grape vines 

In the backyard, come look, bruh 

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

Hatin' niggas better watch out, still riding with that glock out 

My style so mean it's hostile And aggressive dawg come check it dawg 

Spend a couple mils, no stress at all 

Big bank roll no checks at all 

FYI I'm flexin ya'll game ain't won professional 

You small ball like golf ball 

I basketball, go ask your broad 

Til' her legs open sesame 

Abracadabra, she wet for me 

Like ta-ra, voila, gucci louie strappers prada, ah 

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Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot 

Leavin' magic 

Two bad bitches & I got 'em out of magic 

The way I make that work -disappear call it magic 

Sipping on the purple and the yellow drinking magic. 

Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot 

Leavin' magic 

Two bad bitches & I got 'em out of magic 

The way I make that work- disappear call magic 

Sipping on the purple and yellow drinking magic. 

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

Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot 

Leavin' magic 

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Sipping on the purple and yellow drinking magic. 

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

Call up my accountant, he gone make it do magic 

Had to get a driver just to drop me at the airport (for what?) 

The way I smoked the blunts man I burned 'em up like newport (smoke up) 

$50, 000 on a superstar's attire (design!) 

Ke & young future bringin' them the fire 

All this damn cash make a bitch wanna retire 

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

'Cuse me but my lingo crazy 

See these diamonds ain't none of 'em forgave me 

Two bad bitches wanna fuck me the greatest 

Aye young g in a brand new mercedes 

Turn out the lot I'm a do a 180 

For the haters I'm a gone 'head & do a 360 

Drinkin' on sprite got lean all day 

I'm a astronaut nigga better church my pimpin' 

Billionaire boy that's true inspiration 

Learned the astronaut kid no such thing as limitation 

Flyin' down 20 in the mothafuckin' spaceship 

Just left magic in the mothafuckin' (dayship?) 

Two bitches trailin' in a beamer outta Germany 

Gotta thing for me, don't wanna sing for me, they like my energy, I'm a embassy 

I know tricks like cris angel 

Ion trick but I could make you famous 

You could disappear from yo past life 

You a real pill no outta sight 

I'm pluto talkin', jimmy walkin' when you walkin' 

I used to be fly but now I'm hawkin' 

I was an earthlin' now I'm sifi 

While I, I stay high] 

My bitches on they high horse 

I double back like two cups 

And pull out in that new porshe