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Artist: Yung Gravy
Canonical path: /yung-gravy/magic
Related lyric paths: 6
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Magic
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Magic
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Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
It's Jason Rich, baby
Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
Ohhh baby
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear
I call that shit magic (ohh)
She was your b, now she with me
Ain't that shit tragic (baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose
That shit automatic (ohh)
I'm casting spells, you takin' l's
Shit is fantastic
Pull up on a bitch and get steamy
Think I'm houdini lookin' like a genie (baby)
Got that sauce fettuccine
Gravy so creamy
Wrist so gleamy (ooh, ooh)
Shit (shit), I'm in it (I'm in it)
Eatin' that God damn spinach
With a bad bitch, she finnish (bad bitch)
Gravy get near, your career get finished
I'm like, open sesame (sesame)
Now your bitch right next to me (next to me)
Pipe up, that' my destiny (destiny)
Call that shit finessery, baby
Oh, that's a flex
Do a little trick, now your bitch is your ex
Heard my voice now she tryin' to have (ohh)
Flexin' ain't too complex, baby
Ala-ka-fuckin'-zam
I'm like bitch, " who is your man's?
Abracadabra with these hands
Hit your bitch with the shazam
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear
I call that shit magic (ohh)
She was your b, now she with me
Ain't that shit tragic (baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose
That shit automatic (ohh)
I'm casting spells, you takin' l's
Shit is fantastic
Pull up on a bitch and get steamy
Think I'm houdini lookin' like a genie (baby)
Got that sauce tortellini
Gravy so creamy
Wrist so gleamy (ooh, ooh)
Shit (shit), I'm in it (I'm in it)
Eatin' that God damn spinach
With a bad bitch, she finnish (bad bitch)
Gravy get near, your career get finished
So sorry, that I had to end it
Gravy serve it up like I'm playin' fuckin' tennis
2018 I'll be running for the senate
Gravy took your bitch, that's a fuckin' epidemic
Hear the bird call and your bitch come-hither
Your bitch hit my line and the goods get delivered
Pull up and I splash like a motherfuckin' river
Wrist so cold make a grown man shiver
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear
I call that shit magic (ohh)
She was your b, now she with me
Ain't that shit tragic (baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose
That shit automatic (ohh)
I'm casting spells, you takin' l's
Shit is fantastic
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