Magnolia Freestyle lyrics

by

Trey Songz


[Intro]
(Why yes, f*ck you too)
What up, world?
You know when I said the diamonds was on prom date
That meant they was dancin' under the dark light
In New York I Milly Rock
Got it in my sock
Fifty off the wall
And I push rerock
Got it in my sock
Got a lil' thot
That's a lil' boat, boy, that's a lil' yacht
(Nah, I'm just playing, let me get this sh*t for real tho)

[Verse]
I get money, money, money motherf*cker like I'm Jordan
It's the n*gga flyin' foreign, make your b*tches not important
Milly rockin' through the city pop a biddie by the garden
Know you n*ggas can't afford it
And these b*tches can't ignore me
I did sh*t like dory, I'm with some white shorty
And the b*tch is like 40, she singing Mike Shorey
In the port loose ridin' out the Porsche coupe glidin'
If you try me n*gga I be off the Porsche through slidin'
It's just me and lil' Aggy, Portuguese lil' baddie
Pourin' drink off in the soda, puttin' weed off in the baggy
I be off in the caddie with a freak that's off a addy
Tryin' f*ck me to the beat is like the beat is off badly
Fleeing off to Cali, I'll be back in the morning
Them boys diss me in the night, I get 'em clapped by the morning
Got the money clubbin' on the dollar stackin' and joinin'
In the back of this foreign, I keep a cool b*tch wit' me
This never slackin' or borin', never lackin' I'm blowin'
And any n*gga try and ho us, we feel the world owe us
I bet your girl know us, Weatherman Riley
Two bad b*tches like Kendall and Kylie
Let your man try me be another man dying
I'm a young sergeant, oh and by the way
I just beat my gun charges, lawyer like a maid
They just sweeping dumb charges
Shout out Jim Lewis I won't keep you bombarded
But we some young bosses
Can't nobody ever try to do it like we do
Playboy like Carti I want f*ck Cardi B too
Wonder if I slide in that DM what it lead to?
Puttin' in position like we in a magazine shoot
n*gga, I'm the man 10 b*tches, Magnolia
Shout out to the fans, African and Angola, yeah
Throw the damn Rollie up, throw the damn Rollie up
Rollie so heavy that the b*tches can't hold it up
Score so much they gotta throw a damn goalie up
n*ggas say they know but they don't know enough, you know it's us
Shawty wanna f*ck me for Chanel, she a coconut
Skrtin' through the parkin' lot with doughnuts in the car clutch
All 30 of us, 26 b*tches, four sl*ts
All of us going up, the bank account's growin' up
Shawty threw the pus*y at me, tore it up
Now the only way to get it back, she gotta sew it up
Yeah, in New York I Milly rock, I'm on any block
Hit that b*tch on Betty block
Gave this di*k to 20 thots, uh
Got it in my sock, uh
40 on the wop, uh
30 clip inside a extendo on the Glock, ooh
[Outro]
We just getting started
Nothin' gon' be safe
I'm hoppin' on everything
Bodied, n*gga
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