Magic lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
It's Jason Rich, baby
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Ohh, baby

[Chorus]
Gravy get near, your b*tch disappear, I call that sh*t magic (Woah)
She was your B, now she with me, ain't that sh*t tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that sh*t automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, sh*t is fantastic

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up on a b*tch it get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie (Ayy)
Got that sauce, Fettuccine; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ayy)
sh*t, I'm in it, eatin' that God damn spinach
Wit a bad b*tch, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished

[Verse 1]
I'm like open sesame, now your b*tch right next to me
Pipe up, that's my destiny, call that sh*t finnessery, baby
Ooh, that's a flex; do a little trick, now your b*tch is your ex
Heard my voice, now she tryna have s— (Woah)
Flexin' ain't too complex, baby
[Bridge]
Alaka-f*ckin'-zam
I'm like, "b*tch, who is your mans?"
Abracadabra with these hands
Hit yo' b*tch with the shazam

[Chorus]
Gravy get near, your b*tch disappear, I call that sh*t magic (Woah)
She was your B, now she with me, ain't that sh*t tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that sh*t automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, sh*t is fantastic

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up on a b*tch and get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie, baby
Got that sauce, Tortellini; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ooh)
sh*t, I'm in it, eatin' that God damn spinach
Wit a bad b*tch, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished

[Verse 2]
I'm so sorry, that I had to end it
Gravy serve it up like I'm playin' f*ckin' tennis
2018, I'll be runnin' for the Senate
Gravy took your b*tch, that's a f*ckin' epidemic (Crazy)
Hit a bird call and your b*tch come hither
Your b*tch hit my line and the goods get delivered
Pull up and I splash like a motherf*ckin' river
Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver
[Outro]
Gravy get near, your b*tch disappear, I call that sh*t magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain't that sh*t tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that sh*t automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, sh*t is fantastic
Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
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