Dancer - MC Magic

C-I, T-Y

Magic City Part 2

Roca Dolla beats

Short, Short

Is she really my

Girl?

Come on, C. Note

Let 'em known

Chorus: C. Note (MC Magic)

She got that body of a

Dancer

Dancer

She got the minds of a

Queen that’ll

Blow your mind

And everywhere that I go

Everybody wanna know

Is she really my girl (Is she really my girl)

Repeat Chorus

I got a girl that’s so delicious

Eyes and the hips, and the way she twist it

In the club, she get buckwild

She the one with the freaky style

And you know that she love a spankin'

Bend over and grab ya ankles

Gotta give it to me like fire

All hot like an amplifier

Let the king of the 602

Show you little mama how the southwest do

From the clubs, two turntables

To the girls that’ll dance on tables

Face down, thick side up

This is the way that she show me love

I’m addicted

I can’t stop

Damn, girl

You so hot

Repeat Chorus Twice

Is she really my

Girl?

Yeah, we be together

Anytime I call her, I can see her whenever

Nice ass

Beautiful breast

Get her in the bed, she do it the best

She don’t strip or dance in clubs

But I ain’t tryin' to see them pannies up

Pull 'em down

Take 'em off

Girl, you won’t ever, make 'em soft

I’m hard as hell, it ain’t hard to tell

Everytime I see her, I start to swell

Cop a feel, yep, the body’s real

Make a old man wanna pop a pill

Young players, they bust 'em quick

You know you wanna fuck a bitch

Man, she’s so fucking thick

Repeat Chorus Twice

You about to get rob, mami, I’m it

Dirty girl, Bobbie Light, body tight like a stitch

My fair lady down, down London Bridge

Do it in the club like she do it in the crib

Pop that back like a chiropractic

Handstand, poppin' mami, gymnastics

American dream, damn shorty, you the (Sshhh…)

How you fit in them jeans, mami, how you back it

She moves like a dancer, dance like she strip

Throwin' money in the air like she dancin' for tips

Natural (???), you don’t need no practice

She the whole package, I’m just tryin' to sack it

Let the boy hit ya, oh, boy, love splits ya

You ain’t got ask me if (Come on)

Everybody wanna know, if it’s me that you with

«That just’s my boy,» I’m AZ Prince

Repeat Chorus

C-I, T-Y (Come on)

Magic City Part 2

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