MAGIC - slowthai, Kenny Beats

Lacking, lagging, mind, I’m slacking

Send him packing, chip, I’m snacking

Eat my madame, she orgasms

Taste like Magnums, how it happens

I sip Brandy, not too handy

With the tool, bites cool, oh

Spin a nice boy like roofie, oh

And now we got dough in Pluto, ho

Runnin' the drawers for the big funds

No garçon, tell me, eskimo

If I had a handgun, I’d kill everyone (Yeah)

Some say a lot 'till he said I’m done

'Till I put them to bed, you are not my son

No listen, like a diamond in the rough

Understand, I ain’t a man (Yeah)

Bitch, I’m a nautical

Open, turn it to sand

I got the world in my hands

Sip from the cup, jump then, I stamp (Blaow)

Teeth on the front and they count

Fight 'till my hands get cramped

Then I shoot your two friends

Smash it, grab it

Magic, man, I’m snappin'

And her shit 'tractive

Pussy boy, get packed

Smash it, grab it

Magic, man, I’m snappin'

And her shit 'tractive

Pussy boy, get packed