Lyrical Breakdown of Magic (Feat. Gudda Gudda) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Magic (Feat. Gudda Gudda)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Rest in peace pimp c Let me spark up 1st.
Let's note what.
The fuck is going on.
A dedication 3.
Count em, 1, 2, 3
Money make weezy, weezy make money.
I keep my dick in my pants but em hoes take it from me.
I go to go to sleep on sunday n I wake up monday.
I go to sleep wit $ & I wake up wit $.
Man I'm all about five of em'.
My girl so thick you can see her ass from the side of her.
Your girl just came in the booth, somebody better give her a flameable suit, i got that bitch jumpin like a kangaroo.
Ain't no thang 2 do but bang & screw.
I live in the clouds like the angels do.
Hey mama here's what i think of you.
I wanna fuck yo head off and fuck yo ankles loose.
And drank the juice, im dange-roos.
I got her clothes falling off like the hanger loose.
I be the monster in her closet, she said "i wanna go to Mars".
I tell her climb up top my rocket.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Take off john travolta.
Wit the head i suck yo faceoff.
Tell your man to take that cape off i put his ass in the pocket like the 8-ball.
Wait yall i never been tall, but if i stand on my $ i'll be wit God.
Like halleluja baby, its young mula baby.
2 young gudda: (yall niggas stupid)
All right, look huh.
Young gudda put the gun to yo head make it pop like a bubble.
When i pop off u in trouble.
Gat to your waist click clack.
Nigga fuckin knees buckle.
Look.
At these suckas talking that bull shit.
They dont know gudda got a full clip.
N i pull shit.
Leave yo stupid ass wet like a pool bitch, i dont bull shit.
No.
Leave yo stinkin ass like bullshit.
Gudda aint the nigga you should fool wit.
No.
These niggas know me nigga knife like shanobi nigga hold up...