Magic

Magic - International Gangstas lyrics

(*talking*)

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, Hot Spitter (yeah)

Where you at shaggy (uh-huh)

These niggas must don't know, you know I'm saying

(yeah) yeah, they fucking with international playas baby

We do this shit, you know I'm saying

Be careful nigga, don't get fucked over round here, you heard me

[Hook - 2x]

I got niggas in a lot of different places

So, don't you ever try and test me

Well connected and, well respected

And believe me, shit'll get messy

[Curren$y]

You know who it is when I roll up, Lam with the do's up

Niggas handcuffing they bitches, putting they hoes up

I give a fuck, you niggas know who it is man

Hit your wife so much, I know my way around your crib man

You run up on me, you gon make me split your wig man

Homeless people gon find your body, under a bridge man

Curren$y the Hot Spitter, young dude

Plenty figgas, roll around with plenty killas so you better fall back

Cause if I point you out, niggas gon rub you out

So keep running your mouth, homie you gon get clapped

See the kid behind the new Bentley, annoyed grill

Big rims spinning, look like cheering doing cartwheels

Rich boys be the team, and we all real

We do what we wanna, we don't give a fuck how y'all feel

Bring the drama, to these fake and lil' niggas

Still living in they mama's basement, like Big Tigger nigga

[Hook - 2x]

[Magic]

Look when I come, I come locked and loaded

Unleash the seventeen, in every piece I'm toting

And that's for certain, see we guerillas down here

We don't ask for nothing, nigga we take what we want

We strong armers, don't get played like a punk

You want something, either you do or you don't

You swelling up, but you don't really want war

You done had a black eye, you ever had a black jaw

I'm a monster nigga, been doing this since a kid

Started off shooting puppies, and ended up splitting wigs

Better ask somebody, about me

I got something for them niggas, that's saying they doubt me

I'll send you running home to your pa, the nigga that made you

You can tell him bout me, the nigga that played you

International playa, connected in high places

I murk niggas, and that's how I beat the cases

[Hook - 2x]

These niggas mad now, because we the shit now

And nan nigga can stop us, they can't stop us - 2x

(*growling*)

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