Magic city – Fivio Foreign lyrics

Lyrics Magic city – Fivio Foreign

Magic city lyrics
Real niggas and ratchet bitches
Hundred racks when the racks too skinny
I fuck my bitch and
I get back to business
Thinking about turning Brooklyn into Magic City
Ass and titties, like hundreds and fifties
Bitch I’m going viral, put that on the Bible
Turn my shooters to snipers, killed ’em on the arrival
I killed ’em,
I killed ’em, they gone, they gone

[Verse 1: Quavo & Fivio Foreign]
What the fuck?
If it’s up, nigga buck, try your luck (Do some)
Bitch bad but I had to put her up (Put her up)
Had to grab my other monkey nuts (Boom)
Gotta slide when a nigga being touched
Gotta ride with the gang, it’s a must (Go)
Got a ratchet lil’ bitch that’ll lay low
When it’s smoke, turn it up like a slut

[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
I don’t need to look in her eyes
I can tell she a vibe
She reppin’ the gang and I felt like she was mine
She throw up the set and yell “Free the guys”
I pay the money, niggas gon’ die (I pay the money, niggas
gon’ die, huh, yeah)
If I pay the money, niggas gon’ die

[Verse 3: Quavo & Fivio Foreign]
We get money nigga, but what is you on? (What)
The same day we get it, the same day it’s gone
Back on my grizzy, I’m back on my business
Lil Huncho, lil nigga, I’m back on the throne
Went bust down when they were looking for the plain patek
But I left it at home (Ice)
Molly, perkies, xannies, .. and addies
Pipe it and get in my zone

[Verse 4: Fivio Foreign]
Young niggas can’t even give me advice
I like the ice when it’s hittin’ the light
I got a dream and then give me the night
I was so nice that they listen to me twice
Nigga, I cracked the face on the AP
and I ain’t even get it fixed (Huh, what?)
I don’t wanna get it fixed (I don’t wanna get it fixed)
Got too much money to give a shit
She know my body, she shaking her ass
Jump in the car and I’m breaking the dash
Listen to it slow, I ain’t saying it fast
You say a joke, you making me mad
Yeah, yeah, smoking cookies (Smoking cookies, look)
I got a hundred thousand dollars worth in jewelry
Try to book me, nigga

[Chorus: Quavo & Fivio Foreign]
Real niggas and ratchet bitches
Hundred racks when the racks too skinny (Boss)
I fuck my bitch and I get back to business
Thinking about turning Brooklyn into Magic City
Ass and titties, like hundreds and fifties
Bitch I’m going viral, put that on the Bible
Turn my shooters to snipers, killed ’em on the arrival
I killed ’em, I killed ’em, they gone, they goneee(magic city lyrics)

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Magic city – Fivio Foreign lyrics
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