paroles de chanson Magic - T.I. , future
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
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
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
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
1 Celebrate
2 Pyro
3 I'm a Boss - Remix
4 I'm a Boss (Remix)
5 Loud Mouth
6 This Time of Night
7 Magic
8 Who What When
9 The One
10 Fireworks
11 I See Ghost
12 Oh Yeah
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