da wall Time to flip the work, make the block bump Boys in da hood, call me Black Donald Trump Dope boy magic, 7 days a week Number one record, long
baby Dubs or better, candy's and leather What you want nigga Two do's, Fo' do's We call 'em donk's nigga Breaker breaker its Dade County on the number
a boy to approach me Your lame game, really insults me Your name is Too $hort, or shall I say too skinny If size were money honey, you wouldn't have a penny Little boy
anyhow. I'm bound to get you now. (yeah) I'm gonna do some voodoo on you. I'll mix me up a bottle of love potion number nine, Then I'll say a magic
of And others just read of Others only read of the love Oh the love that I love, yeah See I'm all about them words Over numbers, unencumbered numbered
you don't know my name Act like you don't know my name Boy, you know my name Don't get mad cause I ain't give you my number Even though I know a magic
I don't think I'm even gonna Bother to try and learn them Before the end of the [Incomprehensible] But oh, that magic feeling Nowhere to go Oh, that magic
I know I'll never see your face again C'mon now I've got to be strong now Now everybody's talkin' about this new decade Like you say the magic numbers
's gone, nowhere to go Any jobber got the sack Monday morning, turning back Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go But, oh, that magic feeling Nowhere to go Oh, that magic
boy Lay you back on that Laz-E-Boy You get me wet like the Navy boy, goin' crazy boy? Twist Lala, come through, blaze me boy? Feel my foreplay all day
your sugar left, he left you on the run So my my my my my mo my mum Take a look now look what your boy has done He's walking around like he's number
Yeah baby, you know I liked it better when You lived closer but then you moved But that couldn't stop our groove My magic man, my Brooklyn boy wonder
Yeah baby, you know I liked it better when You lived closer, but then you moved But that couldn't stop our groove My magic-man, my Brooklyn-boy wonder
boy money Ol' dope boy money I'm the man 'round here, capiche? Small face hundred, ninety fo' money Brown paper bag, ol' dope boy money Ol' dope boy
d boy stands bout to pop a rubberband fuck that fightin in the club you niggas fuckin up my plans I?m tryna get a dance, her name and her number take
Even when your lips begin to speak I feel the feeling coming over me But meeting you like this is scaring me But I lost myself you see In the magic of
y'all paint that pic And like Magic I'm starting to believe y'all dudes ain't that sick Might see ya boy scooping up a bird to get knowledge Number one
at me I'm from the three-one-three E-A-S-T S-I-D-E Who's the number-one cheddar boy in the city? Attitude shitty Sniffing coke off bitches titties