RICK ROSS & MEEK MILL - Black Magic lyrics

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[Intro/Chorus 2X: Rick Ross]Poof! There go the carPoof! There go the cribPoof! A hundred mill'Woop! David CopperfieldDavid Copperfield, David Copperfield[Meek Mill]Could you knock that hoe? Could you blame that bitch?Cause you wanna roll with a real nigga like me then go and slang that dicklike hoes to a fiend, fuck throat when I leanTake long on a purp, mad hoe on the beamStill money over these hoesGot Y.S.L. on my clothesAnd blood drip on my sneakersNigga you hatin on me, she choseAnd I ain't fuck your girl she rolledMy stick shift she droveDid everything that she 'posedI pulled my camera out and she posedAnd I was like God damn, drop that, pop thatGot the top back, on a drop back, I'm backIn a glock, where the crotch atI'm strapped where the rocks at? Where the watch at? Stop that!You can cop that? Not that, I'm relaxin on my backDime sack I'm catchin on contactGot racks, y'all niggaz ain't 'bout that, 'bout that life[Chorus][Meek Mill]Poof! Nigga fuck yo' lifeFuck y'all niggaz and fuck your wifeGot two bad bitches with a niggaand they ain't know they gonna fuck all nightAnd I rock hard white, miggaz wrist game prideI pull up on the horse and I'm sitting on fours in a big boy driveCall big boy shot, all clear stones in my big boy watchAll year long got the strip on lockEverytime we in this bitch man shit gon' popMy hip on glock, your hip on nothinMy niggaz got racks, y'all niggaz be frontinRed Cartier, red bone bitchRed nottoms on her, hair long as shit, hold up~!Yellow gold rope, yellow bone hoeAnd yellow bottoms it's paid niggaWhole cliques of made niggaz[Chorus]

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