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Paroles de Visa Magicians

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Paroles de la chanson Visa Magicians par Shittyboyz lyrics officiel

Visa Magicians est une chanson en Anglais

Road running
Sinning with a Bible on the dash'
Brodie sliding off a Perc'
Got the rifle with the flash
Ayy, ayy, bitch, ayy
Dawg a lil' pup, have my bullies pick on him
What yo Glocky got? Mines got
A fully switch on it
Told my bitch, "Roll the Runtz
Don't let no Cookie get on it"
If the sneakers don't cost a band
The hoodie hit for it
Two liters, six of Wockiana, boy
This shit potion
Shouldn't have left me wide open
Now I'm finna swish on 'em
Magician with the Visas
Finna do a trick on 'em
Unky need a first place medal
Swear his wrist golden
Where yo toughest gang member at?
I'll big bro him
Mister Backdoor, you won't hear him
He be tip-toeing
How the fuck I'm on fire 'round
This bitch? My kit frozen
We gon' leave him flopping on the floor
We catch him fish bowling

Oh, they still sleeping? Wake 'em up
Just like a rumble strip
How the fuck you run off with
A bag and you fumble it?
I ain't never really care for magic
But I know a trick
Had his own wave and fell off, I know he sick
When we getting private, I'ma slam it
Lob City Blake he prolly say our music ass
'cause he can't relate
We the top ten out the Mit'
It ain't no debate
Can't believe you really still broke
It might be yo fate
Don't look when you see me out
Might be with yo bitch
I ain't never have to see a mic
I still was getting rich
Fuck how she look when we done
I send her with a kick (Ayy, ShittyBoyz)

Double Dutching out of Sprint with jacks
I'm 'bout to double up
Tryna set the play? Them 233s'll
Blow yo huddle up
The opps ain't touching pape'
For real, boy, they can't fuck with us
Peep a group of bitches at the function
Bet they come with us
I don't want the head unless it
Leave me with the noodle legs
Throw the stacks of dog shit
To my ear, bitch, i'm a doodoo head
Could've road ran a route
But fuck it, bitch, we flew instead
Broomstick in the chop
It got 'em jumping like a newlywed
All I do is talk shit, all I rock is Off drip
If my shooter turn that mode on
He gon' off shit
Bet not play, we pause shit
Wake up, take mall trip
She gon' fuck for sure I up
The fifty ball in all strips
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