lirik lagu fes taylor - blue magic
[lot-a-nerv:]
yeah, when i tell you move, n-gg-, move, for them shots rain through
flow cold, nah dope, you’se a joke, more a fool
i’m loose off the leesh, no dog, like a beast
you a feast that’ll holler full moon, you lunch meat
n-gg-s jeans got swag, got keys to a jag’
team look like a rubic’s cube, but g’s wearing flags
some n-gg-s sound like crip, some n-gg-s scream black
some n-gg-s know the clip, leave your brains on the ave
lot-a, i’m so liver, you n-gg-s like want nada
told you n-gg-s, i’m a problem, can’t nothing you do to solve ’em
hold ’em, and i’ll expose ’em, glowing souls straight coasting
told you n-gg-s, i’m focused, so lame, stay off my scr-t-m
f-ggot, it’s blue magic, so potent have you ecstatic
n-gg- nerv spit crack, turn you little n-gg-s to addict
grip the magnum, spit ’em backwards, we loaded and keep it clapping
i’m twenty four hour action, no matter, i keep it cracking
[fes taylor:]
yo, 59/50, i throw my fitted on
n-gg-, we get it on, kinda like a pigeon call
they call us skywalking, loud mouths, die talking
and cook crack, same pot, momma fry pork in
the closest sh-t to biggie smalls, i figured ya’ll
been hoping i fall, don’t wanna see my n-gg-s fall
if pulling triggers stall, no, hope i hit the wall
-ssault riffles, so how i’m gon’ miss ’em all
f-ck it, i diss ’em all, and my peeps sing
like christmas b-lls, so i got more hoes than santa clause
and h-ll no i ain’t a fan of yours
i put a stop to your sh-t like when the camera pause
prezzy told you bout the lambo doors
so you can catch taylor stunting on the grand concord
respected on all sh-r-s, i’m staten island prue
like blue magic, i have the fans nodding off
yo, we call it blue magic, my work blew the gaskets
look at the hurse, courtesy of my new cl-ssic
haze in the box, i pop a few caskets
wow like, raised in the box, like pitbull puffs
i can move acid, f-cking with the white boy clubs
and i don’t do f-g sh-t, so it’s like inviting me to lunch
and i never been a punchline, i’m a crunch time clapper
n-gg- get hype, f-ck a n-gg- up
peep four records, come on son, you fronting to us
cause, if it’s really drama, ain’t nothing to discuss
i chopped it in bags, then cop it and swag it
pop ’em and tag ’em, rocking the flag sh-t
my d-ck like blue magic, she relapsing
plus i’m still smoking like the weed p-ssing
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