Wi$e – Black Magic

Uh, know she love a nigga, feel her friends getting jealous
Gone, where’s Waldo
Don’t hit my line, who the fuck are you anyway?
Facts, do a bitch cold then I put it on wax, yeah
[Chorus]
Too fly, had to change clothes
Fucked her then bounce, don’t do the fade away

[Verse 2]
Tried to play a nigga, shawty ended up embarrassed
Got good head, still never met her parents
Thought you knew game but I’ll show you the ropes
Yeah, dick her down good, now she wanna wear my necklace
Cop car, mind blown
Real cool nigga but they know I don’t play though
Damn, so much for my playbook
Black magic
Uh, whip it like Django
Joint full of lettuce, got a bad ho, want to take her out to Paris
Uh, blow it out the sunroof, nigga gettin’ careless
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Yeah, she drinkin’ LSA

Yeah, black magic
Woah, made me get even, her friend had some shit to say, nah
Had to put the gas in the console
Catch ’em backstage, tell ’em pull up at the condo
Woah, neck on gold, nose ring full of carats
I want the bread and the queso
Yeah, black magic
Damn, that’s tragic
Damn, that’s tragic
But I been grinding since I ran out the gate though
Got a full house on my lease slow
Damn, that’s tragic
Nah, never meet the parents
Still ran it back like beast mode
Niggas wonder how it happened
So I took her out to Paris
You still think I’m a joke?
Fuckin’ his daughter, she treat me like father’s day
Top five nigga, case closed
Dish ’em to my nigga like I’m Rajon Rondo
Told that bitch it’s black magic
Hell nah it ain’t safe bro
Had to step back off of G code
Had to skip work ’cause I thought I was underpaid
Yeah, black magic
Yeah, black magic
Damn, that’s tragic
Thought about signing but I heard you niggas pay slow
Moved to the A then a nigga started rappin’ (facts)
Yeah, yeah, aight
Uh, told her day one bitch don’t get embarrassed
oah, spazzin’
Livin’ nigga but I’m too cold
Pronto, need it pronto
You niggas dead when I say so
Told her come get me, yeah andale, andale
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
Bitch don’t get embarrassed
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine

[Chorus]
Two chicks, need the combo
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Bitch you wonder how it happened
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
Neck look like marmalade
Nose diamond and my neck gold

Hit my nigga Tiggy, watch him pull up in a Bronco
Mama looked at me like what would your father say?
Told a bad bitch take a picture, what a savage
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Giving niggas game like cheat codes