Pimp C - Magic lyrics

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Pimp C - Magic lyrics

[Intro] Im ready, Im ready, ahh ahh ow! Rest in peace Pimp C, yeah! Lemme spark up first Im ready, ahh ahh ow! Rest in peace pimp c yeahhhh Lemme spark up first Let you know what the f** is going on The Dedication 3 Count it: 1, 2, 3 [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah Money Making Weezy; Weezy makin' money I keep my dick in my pants but them hoes take it from me I go to sleep on Monday and I wake up Sunday I go to sleep with money and wake up with money Man I'm all about 5 of 'em My girl so thick you can see her a** from the side of her Yo girl just came in her booth somebody better get her a flammable suit I got that b**h jumpin like a kangaroo Ain't a thing to do but to bang or screw I live in the clouds like the angels do Hey traffic let my Vanquish through Hey ma, this what I think of you I wanna f** yo head off and f** yo ankles loose Then drank the juice I'm dangerous I got her clothes falling off like the hanger loose I be the monster in her closet She wanna go to mars I tell her hop on top my rocket 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, take off John Travolta with the head; I s** yo face off Tell yo man take that cape off I put his a** in the pocket like the 8 ball Wait yall I've never been tall But if I stand on my money I'll be with god Like hallelujah baby it's it's Young Mulah baby [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Young Gudda put the gun to yo head make ya pop like a bubble When I pop off you in trouble Gat to yo waist click clack n***as f**in knees buckle Look at these s**as Talkin this bullsh** they don't know gudda got a full clip And I pull sh** Leave yo stupid a** wet like a pool b**h I don't bullsh**, no Leave a b**h n***a stinking like bullsh** Gudda ain't the n***a you should fool with, no These n***as know me n***a Knife like shinobi n***a [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yo motha owe me n***a Yo brotha paid me n***a Yo sista laid me n***a And I made your wife s** my Weezy F. babies n***a I'm still a crazy n***a f**in right I'm wildin' n***a I just made a hundred f**ing million dollars n***a I ain't even gotta rhyme n***a I just made a hundred f**ing million dollars