CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Magic

Aye, aye, aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what

I got crystals in my ring, grab the gun, and let it sing
I ain't never said a thing, b*t*h, your group is full of twinks
Avianne, on my ring, Avianne, on my ring
Avianne, on my ring, Avianne, on my ring
I got crystals in my ring, grab the gun, and let it sing
I ain't never said a thing, b*t*h, your group is full of twinks
Avianne, on my ring, Avianne, on my ring
Avianne, on my ring, Avianne, on my ring

My choppa sing, call it magic
But I can't f**k with you
Because your gang full of faggots
B*t*h, you look silly, Bob Saget
You could run up
And you know that I'd never be lackin'
I let him have it
I might just go shoot a three
B*t*h, I'm ballin' like I'm on the Mavericks
B*t*h, I be packin'
You can find me in the back
And I'm countin' my green like it's salad
Dirty sprite, in my double cup
I just like b*t*hes doubled up
You wanna test, then run it up
I got a beat, I f**k it up
I am on top, no runner-up
You just a pu**y, suck it up
You wanna test? The f**k is up
I'm rollin' up like what the f**k
Rollin' my dough, smokin' my dope
My choppa hit you, just like the woah
I got Versace, head to my toe
Just like Lil Barnicle, puffin' on pope
I got a scope, d**k in her throat
You do the most, makin' her choke
Eat it like toast, I like to boast
Choppa gon' eat, choppa gon' roast