FUTURE

FUTURE - Magic (Remix) feat T.I. lyrics

rate me

ap up

Ball harder den you when I’m locked up

You type of nigga dat pop up

When niggas rolling that kush huh

Got mine growing like grapevines

In the backyard, come look, bro

I pull up, hop out

bad hoes just pop out

hating nigga better watch out

still riding with dat glock out

my style so mean til it’s hostile

aint aggressive dawg come check it dawg

Spend a couple of mills, no stress at all

Big bank roll no checks at all

FYI im flexin yall

game A1 professional

You small ball like golfballs

I basketball, go ask your broad

Tell her legs open says me

Abracadabra, she wet for me

Like ta-da, voila

Gucci , Louie , Stravers, Prada, AHH!

[Chorus]

Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot

Leavin' Magic

Two bad b*tches & i got 'em out of magic

The way I make that work -disappear call it magic

Sipping on the purple and the yellow drinking magic .

wala magic, walla! magic, wala! magic, wala! magic

Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot

Leaviwn' 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 gone make it to magic

Had to get a driver just to drop me at the airport(For What??)

The way i smoked the blunts man i burned 'em up like Newport(Smoke up)

$50,000 on a superstar's attire (Design!)

KE & Young Future bringin' them the fire

All this damn cash make a b*tch wanna retire

Gotta drop a half a brick you wanna put me on a flyer

'Cuse me but my lingo crazy

See these diamonds ain't none of 'em forgave me

Two bad b*tches wanna f*ck me the greatest

Aye Young G in a brand new Mercedes

Turn out the lot imma do a 180

For the haters imma gone 'head & do a 360

Drinkin' on Sprite got lean all day

Imma Astronaut N*gga better church my pimpin'

[Chorus:]

Billionaire boy that’s true inspiration

Learned the Astronaut Kid no such thing as limitation

Flyin' down 20 in the mothaf*ckin' spaceship

Just left Magic in the mothaf*ckin'dayship?

Two b*tches trailin' in a beamer in germany

Gotta thing for me, don't wanna sing for me, they like my energy, imma embassy

I know tricks like Cris Angel

Ion trick but i could make you famous

you could disappear from yo past life

You a real(?) no outta sight

Im Pluto talkin', Jimmy walkin' when you walkin'

I used to be fly but now im hawkin'

I was an Earthlin' now im SiFi

While i, i stay High]

My b*tches on they high horse

I double back like two cups

& pull out in that new Porshe

[Chorus:]

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Thanks to @starterchick28 for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to max for correcting these lyrics

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2 Comments found

Anonymous
Monday 23rd of April 2012 16:44
ii love thiss nigga TI,he is my bby&&m,myy mainn
Anonymous
Monday 9th of April 2012 17:06
wow nice