Cobe Obeah - Roseshaw Magic lyrics
rate meWhat do you call this?
A fairytale that it is said a romance
You know the reason I write down
Make a left arrow on the screens
I fell in love with the pole dance
Now I got your number in my celly
I could make you dance with no bands
So they ain’t real shit
You can tell me
I ain’t got to spend one dime, one dime
You see the bootie go
I ain’t got to spend one dime, one dime
You see the bootie go
I just take her back to my home
Fuck a real girlfriend to the flow
At 2 am in the morning you’re askin’ for more
Let’s get it
Lay your hand down
Close your eyes and imagine
I’mma paint the picture of a nigga with magic
Stick to the hand this is our magic
Motherfuckin’ mattress
You look like you’re Jasmine
We can play Jazz
All Kelly snow jams
But you have a multi-time orgasms
This started out as a bad habit
Transform to a mature average
They don’t really gonna stand me
If I want your advice
I ask it
I got lost in the world of an addict
Just pray for me to Jesus in Nazareth
Pray
My nigga say you too ratchy
So don’t act like you’re holly right now
Who am I to judge?
My name ain’t Judith
Who am I to judge?
My name ain’t Mathew
So I did the Math knowing this would never last
But you still try cause sometimes you get summer sarcasm
Put your money where your money is
And spit bills
Cause all that talkin’ it don’t sit well
Show me the money
Right to the well
Nice bootie , nice face
So a nigga tip well
I still got your number in my celly
I could make you dance with no bands
So they ain’t real shit
You can tell me
I ain’t got to spend one dime, one dime
You see the bootie go
I ain’t got to spend one dime, one dime
You see the bootie go
I just take her back to my home
Fuck a real girlfriend to the flow
At 2 am in the morning you’re askin’ for more
Let’s get it
Lay your hand down
Close your eyes and imagine
I’mma paint the picture of a nigga with magic
Stick to the hand this is our magic
Clap, clap,clap,clap
Clap,clap, clap, clap
One dime, one dime dog
One dime, one dime dog