Magic - Yung Gravy

Magic - Yung Gravy

Альбом
Sensational
Год
2019
Язык
`English`
Длительность
177650

Below is the lyrics of the song Magic , artist - Yung Gravy with translation

Lyrics " Magic "

Original text with translation

Magic

Yung Gravy

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

It’s Jason Rich, baby

Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum

Oh baby

Gravy get near, your bitch disappear

I call that shit magic (Oh)

She was your b, now she with me

Ain’t that shit tragic (Baby)

Gravy get close, you get comatose

That shit automatic (Oh)

I’m casting spells, you takin' Ls

Shit is fantastic

Pull up on a bitch and get steamy

Think I’m Houdini lookin' like a genie (aye)

Got that sauce Fettuccine

Gravy so creamy

Wrist so gleamy (Ooh, ooh)

Shit (Shit), I’m in it (I'm in it)

Eatin' that God damn spinach

With a bad bitch, she Finnish (Bad bitch)

Gravy get near, your career get finished

I’m like, «Open Sesame"(Sesame)

Now your bitch right next to me (Next to me)

Pipe up, that' my destiny (Destiny)

Call that shit finessery, baby

Oh, that’s a flex

Do a little trick, now your bitch is your ex

Heard my voice now she tryin' to have (Oh)

Flexin' ain’t too complex, baby

Ala-ka-fuckin'-zam

I’m like Bitch, «Who is your man’s?

Abracadabra with these hands

Hit your bitch with the Shazam

Gravy get near, your bitch disappear

I call that shit magic (Oh)

She was your b, now she with me

Ain’t that shit tragic (Baby)

Gravy get close, you get comatose

That shit automatic (Oh)

I’m casting spells, you takin' Ls

Shit is fantastic

Pull up on a bitch and get steamy

Think I’m Houdini lookin' like a genie (aye)

Got that sauce Tortellini

Gravy so creamy

Wrist so gleamy (Ooh, ooh)

Shit (Shit), I’m in it (I'm in it)

Eatin' that God damn spinach

With a bad bitch, she Finnish (Bad bitch)

Gravy get near, your career get finished

So sorry, that I had to end it

Gravy serve it up like I’m playin' fuckin' tennis

Twenty eighteen I’ll be running for the senate

Gravy took your bitch, that’s a fuckin' epidemic

Hear the bird call and your bitch come-hither

Your bitch hit my line and the goods get delivered

Pull up and I splash like a motherfuckin' river

Wrist so cold make a grown man shiver

Gravy get near, your bitch disappear

I call that shit magic (Oh)

She was your b, now she with me

Ain’t that shit tragic (Baby)

Gravy get close, you get comatose

That shit automatic (Oh)

I’m casting spells, you takin' Ls

Shit is fantastic

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