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icytwat - magic كلمات الأغنية

[intro: icytw_t]
uhh, ayy, uhh

[chorus: icytw_t]
i’m in my bag and it feel like it’s magic
countin’ my bag and it feel like it’s_ uhh (b_tch)
i’m in my bag and it feel like it’s magic (check it out)
tucking my jeans and she told me, “go faster” (check it out)
ya’ll lil’ gon’ climb up the ladder (check it out)
i don’t give a f_ck about, that’s set (euugh)
all my, all my b_tches badder
all my, all my pipes fatter (blah)
i don’t give a f_ck about, they goin’ out sad, [?] lil’ faster (b_tch)
all my, all my b_tches badder (check it out)
all my, all my pipes fatter (b_tch)
i don’t give a f_ck about, they goin’ out sad [?] lil’ faster (b_tch)
uhh

[verse 1: icytw_t]
uh, uh, i can’t go out like a ho, uh
i can’t go out like a joke, uh (check it out)
i can’t go out like no p_ssy, uh
i can’t go out like no rookie, uh (woah)
whether i stay, they looking, uh
whether i stay, don’t want [?], uh
i just been chillin’, reclinin’, hold on (yеah)
uh, ayy, uh (check it out)
[chorus: icytw_t]
i’m in my bag and it feel like it’s magic (b_tch)
countin’ my bag and it feel like it’s_ uhh (b_tch)
i’m in my bag and it feel likе it’s magic (check it out)
tucking my jeans and she told me, “go faster” (check it out)
ya’ll lil’ gon’ climb up the ladder
i don’t give a f_ck about, that’s set
all my, all my b_tches badder (all my b_tches bad)
all my, all my pipes fatter (all my b_tches bad)
i don’t give a f_ck about, they goin’ out sad [?] lil’ faster (check it out)
all my, all my b_tches badder (ayy)
all my, all my pipes fatter (woah)
i don’t give a f_ck about, they goin’ out sad [?] lil’ faster (euugh)
uhh

[verse 2: rxknephew]
all my work gon’ sell (gon’ sell)
h_ll nah, we ain’t goin’ to jail (we ain’t goin’ to jail)
neph’ down bad, all he need is a scale (all he need is a scale)
girl, can i trap at yo’ house? (girl)
girl, can i hide all these boys at yo’ house? (boys at yo’ house?)
auntie buggin, she done found the cut (she done found the cut)
yo’ money ain’t launderin’, shut the f_ck up
i’m ridin’ ’round in the town, ’bout to crash out
i want the dope gun, i’ma pass it out
can’t compare the new house to the last house
it’s way down the street, but he a back house
b_tch think she got a [?], a dad house (what?)
got betas on the table, got slabs out (slabs out)
pop the truck, one b_tton, take the bags out (bags out)
slow money, we ain’t ever took the fast route
it ain’t ’bout no dollars, what you crashin’ out for? (crashin’ out for?)
they coming back, that’s what i’m passing them out for
shut the f_ck up, b_tch, you f_ckin’ my count up
every 20 minutes, gotta count it back up
don’t eyeball the work, n_gga, back up
you’ll get shot in your sh_t, pull a fast one
these limited bags, gon’ and grab one
you don’t play on time, then yo’ ass done (mhm)

- icytwat

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