Artist/Band:
Meek Mill
Lyrics for Song: Black Magic
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Meek Mill
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, David Copperfield
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Could you knock that ho, could you blame that b*tch?
Cause she wanna roll with a real n*gga like me that's gon' slang that dick
Like coke to a fiend, f*ck throat on the lean
Take low on the Perc, now that ho on a bean
Still money over these hoes
Got YSL on my clothes
And blood drip on my sneakers
N*gga, you hating on me - she chose
And I ain't f*ck your girl she rode
My stick-shift she drove
Did everything that she 'posed to
I pulled my camera out and she posed
And I was like, got that
Drop that, pop that
Got the top back on the dropback, I'm back
And the Glock at where the crotch at, I'm strapped
All the rocks at where the watch at, stop that
Could you cop that? Not that
I'm light send the mob at, dimesack I'm catching on contact
Got racks, y'all n*ggas ain't 'bout that, 'bout that life!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Poof! N*gga f*ck your life
F*ck your n*ggas and f*ck your wife (F*ck 'em!)
Got two bad b*tches with a n*gga
And you know they gon' f*ck all night (Right)
And I rock hard white
N*gga rich game pride
I'll pull up on whores and I'm sitting on fours, in a big boy drop
Call big boy shots, all clear stones in my big boy watch
All year long, got the strip on lock
Every time we in this b*tch, man, sh*t gon' pop
My hip on Glock, your hip on nothing
My n*ggas got racks, y'all n*ggas be fronting
Red Cartier, redbone b*tch
Red bottoms on her, hair long as sh*t (Hold up)
Yellow gold Ro', yellow bone ho
And yellow bottles of Spades, n*gga
Whole clique self made, n*gga
[Hook]
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