Lyrics and translation Lud Foe - Magic

Magic

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Like I do magic, like I do magic
Bitch, gang, gang
Like I do magic, like I do magic
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Run up on me and this shit gon′ get tragic, ayy
Make a nigga disappear, like I do magic
The police get behind me, I disappear, like I do magic
I whip a deuce into a four, like I do magic
I dunk on a bitch, like I'm with the Lakers, they call me Magic
I′m gettin' to that dough and I probably fucked more hoes than Magic
You gettin' money, but when you goin′ broke, they disappear, magic
They say Lud Foe how you blow up? I don′t know, it was magic
My homie caught a case, we caught the witness, they disappeared, magic
Fuck CPD, they ran in my house,
They ain't found me, I was in the attic
I got your bitch up in the Wraith, looked up, she thought it was magic
This ain′t no fully automatic pistol but nigga I'm shootin′ it rapid
Why your bitch keep callin' my phone,
She got a fat ass, she want me to tap it
Run up on me if you think it′s an act
And this MAC have you stumbling backwards
Bitch, all of your homies in caskets, we be stuffin' them in Backwoods
Bitch, I'll pull up and start
Blastin′, I′ll do a hit and start laughin'
Smoking opp pack
Where your gun at? you better tote that
I′m off the dome, I ain't even wrote that
It′s a cold world, where your coat at?
You get face shots, like a Kodak
I'm lookin′ for you nigga, where your block at?
Ain't one up top, he forgot to cock that
Drive a six-trey, then unlock that
Hit the block then I white chalk that
I fall in the club like, where them bitches at?
We in minivans, lookin' for your mans, huh
Where them niggas at?
Shit that you do in the streets, never mention that
He ain′t know I have my heat
I looked at that nigga like bitch who you flinchin′ at?
I'm Chef Boyardee, I fuck up the pot, show me where the kitchen at
We in the club and she can′t keep
Focused, I'm where all her attention at
Bitch I was checkin′ attendance, where was your attendance at?
Don't say you want war with us,
′Cause if you start with us, bitches gon' fuck around, finish that
Pull on your block,
Swingin' this brand new Glock forty like a tennis racket
Get knocked right out of your socks,
Thought we was gon′ box, but no I′ma kill his ass
This clip full of hot shit, that's right, I′ma fill his ass
We hit this fuck nigga,
Let off thirty shots and it still ain't hit, shit
My bitch got an ass so fat
Sittin′ right on her back, her jeans, she can't even fit
This pill got me rollin′ hard
I got cotton mouth, so bitch I can't even spit
Don't give no fuck who you gon′ get
Bitch, we gon′ kill you and whoever you with
Try walkin' in my shoes, they don′t even fit
'Cause bitch I′m real as it get, real as it get

Gang, gang, gnag, gang, gang, gang, bitch
Skrrt, skrrt, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow baow baow, baow

Magic

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Like I do magic, like I do magic
Bitch, gang, gang
Like I do magic, like I do magic
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Run up on me and this shit gon′ get tragic, ayy
Make a nigga disappear, like I do magic
The police get behind me, I disappear, like I do magic
I whip a deuce into a four, like I do magic
I dunk on a bitch, like I'm with the Lakers, they call me Magic
I′m gettin' to that dough and I probably fucked more hoes than Magic
You gettin' money, but when you goin′ broke, they disappear, magic
They say Lud Foe how you blow up? I don′t know, it was magic
My homie caught a case, we caught the witness, they disappeared, magic
Fuck CPD, they ran in my house,
They ain't found me, I was in the attic
I got your bitch up in the Wraith, looked up, she thought it was magic
This ain′t no fully automatic pistol but nigga I'm shootin′ it rapid
Why your bitch keep callin' my phone,
She got a fat ass, she want me to tap it
Run up on me if you think it′s an act
And this MAC have you stumbling backwards
Bitch, all of your homies in caskets, we be stuffin' them in Backwoods
Bitch, I'll pull up and start
Blastin′, I′ll do a hit and start laughin'
Smoking opp pack
Where your gun at? you better tote that
I′m off the dome, I ain't even wrote that
It′s a cold world, where your coat at?
You get face shots, like a Kodak
I'm lookin′ for you nigga, where your block at?
Ain't one up top, he forgot to cock that
Drive a six-trey, then unlock that
Hit the block then I white chalk that
I fall in the club like, where them bitches at?
We in minivans, lookin' for your mans, huh
Where them niggas at?
Shit that you do in the streets, never mention that
He ain′t know I have my heat
I looked at that nigga like bitch who you flinchin′ at?
I'm Chef Boyardee, I fuck up the pot, show me where the kitchen at
We in the club and she can′t keep
Focused, I'm where all her attention at
Bitch I was checkin′ attendance, where was your attendance at?
Don't say you want war with us,
′Cause if you start with us, bitches gon' fuck around, finish that
Pull on your block,
Swingin' this brand new Glock forty like a tennis racket
Get knocked right out of your socks,
Thought we was gon′ box, but no I′ma kill his ass
This clip full of hot shit, that's right, I′ma fill his ass
We hit this fuck nigga,
Let off thirty shots and it still ain't hit, shit
My bitch got an ass so fat
Sittin′ right on her back, her jeans, she can't even fit
This pill got me rollin′ hard
I got cotton mouth, so bitch I can't even spit
Don't give no fuck who you gon′ get
Bitch, we gon′ kill you and whoever you with
Try walkin' in my shoes, they don′t even fit
'Cause bitch I′m real as it get, real as it get

Gang, gang, gnag, gang, gang, gang, bitch
Skrrt, skrrt, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow baow baow, baow