Gudda Gudda - Magic Lyrics

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Magic

Magic Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Magic By Gudda Gudda?
I'm ready, I'm ready, ahh-ahh-ow!
Rest in peace, Pimp C, yeah! Lemme spark up first (A dedication) I'm ready, ahh-ahh-ow! Rest in peace the kid Stewart Rest in peace, Pimp C, yeah! Rest in peace my nigga Tex, biggest racks Lemme spark up first Let you know what the f*ck is going on (D3) The Dedication 3 Count it: 1, 2, 3 DJ Drama (dramatic) Yeah, money makin' Weezy, Weezy makin' money I keep my dick in my pants but them hoes take it from me I go to sleep on Monday and I wake up Sunday I go to sleep with money and wake up with money Man, I'm on 'bout 5 of 'em My girl so thick, you can see her ass from the side of her Yo girl just came in her booth Somebody better get her a flammable suit I got that bitch jumping like a kangaroo Ain't a thing to do but bang and screw I live in the cloud like the angels do Hey, traffic, let my Vanquish through Hey ma, this what I think of you I wanna f*ck yo head off and f*ck yo ankles loose Then drink the juice, I'm danger-oose I got her clothes falling off like the hanger loose I be the monster in her closet She wanna go to Mars, I tell her, "Hop on top my rocket" "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, take-off" John Travolta with the head, I suck yo face off Tell your man, "Take that cape off" I put his ass in the pocket like the 8 ball Wait, y'all, I've never been tall But if I stand on my money, I'll be with God Like "Hallelujah, baby!" It's, it's Young Moola, baby Young Gudda, put the gun to ya head, make ya pop like a bubble When I pop off, you in trouble Gat to yo waist, click-clack, niggas' fuckin knees buckle Look at these suckas (Gudda!) Talkin this bullshit, they don't know Gudda got a full clip And I pull shit, leave yo stupid ass wet like a pool, bitch I don't bullshit, no, leave a bitch nigga stinking like bullshit Gudda ain't the nigga you should fool with, no These niggas know me nigga, knife like Shinobi nigga Ha, your mother owe me, nigga Your brother pay me, nigga, your sister lay me, nigga And I made your wife suck my Weezy F. babies, nigga I'm still a crazy nigga, fuckin right, I'm wildin'! Nigga, I just made a hundred fucking million dollars! Nigga, I ain't even gotta rhyme! Nigga, I just made a hundred fucking million dollars! |
Who Wrote Magic By Gudda Gudda?
Dwayne Carter
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What's The Duration Of The Magic By Gudda Gudda?The duration of Magic is 3:10 minutes and seconds. |
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