Black Magic lyrics

[Intro]
I like this feeling
Yo Q turn me up just a little bit
Yeah, just a little bit
Alright I'm ready let's go

[Verse 1]
I got 'em b*tching, I'm focused
Back and forth from coast and I backstroke and I'm floating
All up in your b*tch ocean, I don't think this should be insulting
Drink the juice from my glow stick, don't call me back i'm groaning
But thanks for buying my posters, I f*cked around and get twisted
Strait Tequila gon' burn and I write 16's and murder that sick sh*t
Waiting for my turn, I'm doing this sh*t since I was an infant
Way before I had sperm, yeah that's the definition of an addiction
f*ck these n*ggas gonna learn
And I got this bad b*tch she a brain buster, I don't care if Lil' Wayne f*cked her, I beat her down and get brains from her then kick her out cos I can't trust her
f*ck the Benz mother f*ck can't drive, and f*ck the party I'm staying in, but when I get rich you'll see me whippin' it'll probably be something Bruce Wayne was in
It'll probably be something that Jay Z in
It'll probably be something Kanye be in
King size bed in the back seat, something that I can make a baby in
Wait hold up, hold up, hold up
Way too much kool aid in your heart valves
If I was you then I'd die now, jump out the window like Ron Brown
So
[Chorus]
What you, what you, what you want?
What you n*ggas want?
(?)
Give you want you want
Man this that Chris Angel, that Houdini, that Bum Diggy
Now f*ck with me, that black magic
That same sh*t that made your b*tch fall in love with me
What you, what you, what you want?
What you n*ggas want?
(?)
Give you want you want
Oh yeah this that Copperfield, that David Blaine, that Bum Diggity
Now f*ck with me, that black magic
That same sh*t that made your b*tch fall in love with me

[Verse Two]
Now
I don't need no crew with me, I'm solo
Benz on no polo
No Gucci but I'm so fly
When I walk by it's in slow mo
Shorty want me we both know
She can swallow my mojo
Don't call me back, I'm gross though
But that's the [?]
I f*ck around and get wasted
They don't like me then what a shame
Take a number then wait in line
There's a million n*ggas who feel the same
Disappear like black magic
Black coupe to get a black wagon
Black driver with a black mask
And a black pistol for your black ass
So f*ck a blunt, I'm high off life
p*ss me off, that's not alright
Yeah that's that sh*t I don't like
b*tch hurry up, we don't got all night
508 and that's where I'm from and my shows startin', they ready for me
Profound in my hometown, it's like Motown b*tch I'm Berry Gordy
Broke n*gga, no tour jet
Big dreams of a Corvette
J-Low on my doorstep with some booty shorts and a corset
So hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, way too much Kool-Aid in your heart valves
If I was you then I'd die now, jump out the window like Ron Browz
So
[Chorus]
What you, what you, what you want?
What you n*ggas want?
(?)
Give you want you want
Man this that Chris Angel, that Houdini, that Bum Diggy
Now f*ck with me, that black magic
That same sh*t that made your b*tch fall in love with me
What you, what you, what you want?
What you n*ggas want?
(?)
Give you want you want
Oh yeah this that Copperfield, that David Blaine, that Bum Diggity
Now f*ck with me, that black magic
That same sh*t that made your b*tch fall in love with me