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Vince Staples, Mustard – Magic Lyrics

Vince Staples Magic Lyrics, Vince Staples & Mustard Magic Lyrics

Mustard on the beat, hoe

Feeling like I’m floating to the ceiling, is it magic?
Baby, tell me why you disappearin’, is it magic?
I won’t ever tell ’em how I did it, it was magic
Can you imagine?
Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
If somebody come through I’ma blast ’em
And tell the police I don’t know what happened

If I gave a fuck about a shit, I’d always be broke
I definitely get to pull up in Benz with my loc
Rollin’ dope, we was turned, so we hopped out that door
We heard gun shots, tryna get down the road
To that gold nose, turn it up now
Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds
Nigga’s bread, they ain’t us, so they couldn’t find
But it’s handshakes, hugs when I come ’round, wow
Funny style, hate to see a nigga smilin’
Hundred rounds if he runnin’ through the public housin’
Movin’ mountains
Fuck who I was stumpin’ down with
Gunnin’ down shit, sittin in the paper crown vic
Know them niggas down the street still hate me
Hope new baby know that she can’t play me
Dumb hoe, it’ll cost ’cause it ain’t free, dumb hoe, ayy

Feeling like I’m floating to the ceiling, is it magic?
Baby, tell me why you disappearin’, is it magic?
I won’t ever tell ’em how I did it, it was magic
Can you imagine?
Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
If somebody come through I’ma blast ’em
And tell the police I don’t know what happened

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