Young Thug - Magnificent lyrics

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(Prod. By London On Da Track)

(Intro)

My birth certificate say I'm soo magnificent

Skoob done tinted cause them dykes they so magnificent

Head bigger cause my bitch say she magnificent

Hundred percent I cashed out when I bought my Bentleys

I've been grindin' since I came up out the porch

She want me to pull the string and see if I'm so important

Not a toy, baby girl, I got a lil boy

Aaayeee

(Verse)

I am magnificent I could get chickens and my niggas real like a hand

I told that little bitch that she not gon win and I told her to go hit it in

Choppers gon' chop and I swear to God I am a slime I'm gon' shoot at yo spin

Watches on watches got timin' on timin' I just might bring flav flavor in

Cop me a big ol' little body little bitch and ya know it's the business

Suck on my dick baby suck on my dick till ya got a big chin

Soon as I fuck on yo hoe boy ya know I'm gon' make her back bend

Cookies I roll it I roll it got fish scale but I don't got baits

These little bitches know that I'm the future plus I'm holding weight

I pulled up, hop out the 'Rarri now they tailgatin'

I might keep my hands down and let my jewelry wave

(Hook)

Bling, bling, bling I iced out my team

If ya ain't saying that nice my nigga what the fuck ya mean

I live it up it's not the same

I like my bitch brown like sugar cane

(Verse 2)

Eat that pussy till I throw up

I got water out in Florida

Little Mama know I can't cuff her

Fuck cleanin' I'm a buffer

My diamonds black like a muffler

My bitch a nat and I trust her

Fuck nigga yo pie a custard

He got lames rhymes no Busta

I'm like nigga bitch I'm too fly for this shit

Got a lot of niggas on the block that'll do or die for this shit

Got a lot of bitches out in Folies that'll come around on my clique

Nutted on the bitch panties she told her old man it was spit

Baby little girl ya know YSL is the realest they get

Bitch I'm on fire I fire the best fire like a Bic

I want to know where it's at and I swear to God I'mma go get it

Turnt up my birds in my words now I'm 'bout fly as a pigeon

Hop in my coup and brrrp the ceilin'

My bitch she rich and black like Oprah Winfrey

5-4-3-2-1 there go both her pimps

I like white meat baby pass me a little sugar

Thirty two on my hip, whoa

No hole but I'mm let it rip

Or ya could throw it off of the ship

(Hook)

(Outro)

Monica, I like ya and I luv yo persona

Come with me I buy ya hair by the bundle

We go back and forth just like a runner

Lay beside ya keep ya warm like your mama

I don't want to keep discussin' none of these little numbers

I just want to feed ya this candy like a mamba