Black Magic Lyrics

Artist : MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP
Album : Self Made Vol. 2
[Rick Ross - Hook]
Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mill
Woop, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, David Copperfield
Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mill
Woop, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, David Copperfield

[Meek Mill]
Could you knock that hoe?
Could you blame that bitch?
Cause you wanna roll with a real nigga like me
Then go and slang that dick like hoe to a fiend
Fuck throat when I lean, take long on a purp
Mad hoe on the beam, still money over these hoes
Got YSL on my clothes, and blood drip on my sneakers
Nigga you hating on me, she chose
And I ain’t fuck your girl she role
My stick shift she drove did everything that she ‘pose
I pull my camera out and she posed
And I was like god damn, drop that, pop that
Got the top back, on a drop back, I’m back
In a glock, where the crotch at
I’m strapped where the rocks at?
Where the watch at? Stop that!
You can cop that? not that
I'm relaxin' on my back
Dime sack I'm catchin' on contact

Got racks, y’all niggas ain’t about that, about that life

[Rick Ross - Hook]

[Meek Mill]
Poof, niggas fuck your life
Fuck y’all niggas and fuck your wife
Got 2 bad bitches with a nigga
And they aint know they gonna fuck all night
And I rock hard white
Niggas wrist game pride
I pull up on the horse
And I’m sitting on fours
In a big boy drive
Call big boy shot
All clear stones in my big boy watch
All year long got the strip on lock
Everytime we in this bitch man she ain’t gonna pop
My hip on glock, your hip on nothing
My niggas got racks, your niggas be frontin’
Red Cartier, Red bone bitch, Red Bottoms on her
Hair long as shit, hold up
Yellow gold rub, yellow bone hoe
And yellow bottoms, its paid nigga
Whole cliques of made niggas

[Rick Ross - Hook]