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Magic by Yung Gravy
Hip-Hop/Rap

Magic

by Yung Gravy

Release Date: 2019-04-05

Lyrics

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
It's Jason Rich, baby
Oh, baby!
Gravy get near, your b*****s disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)
I'm catchin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic
Pull up on a b***h and get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie (Ay)
Got that sauce, Fettuccine, Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ay)
shit, I'm in it, eatin' that goddamn spinach
What a bad b***h, she finished
Gravy get near, your career get finished
I'm like open sesame, now your b***h right next to me
Pipe up, that's my destiny, call that shit finnessery, baby
Ooh, that's a flex; do a little trick, now your b***h is your ex
Heard my voice, now she tryna have s— (Woah)
Flexin' on ya too complex, baby
Ala-ka-mother****in'-zam
I'm like, b***h, who is your man?
Abracadabra with these hands
Hit your b***h with the shazam
Gravy get near, your b*****s disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)
I'm catchin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic
Pull up on a b***h and get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie, baby
Got that sauce, Tortellini; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ay)
shit, I'm in it, eatin' that goddamn spinach
What a bad b***h, she finished
Gravy gettin' in, your career get finished
I'm so sorry that I had to end it
Gravy served it up, like I'm playin' mother****in' tennis
2018, I'll be runnin' for the Senate
Gravy took your b***h, that's a ****in' epidemic (Crazy)
Hear the bird call, and your b***h come hither
Your b***h in my line, and the goods get delivered
Pull up and I splash like a mother****in' river
Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver
Gravy get near, your b*****s disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)
I'm catchin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic
Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum