Black Magic

Free Boosie, wipe me down, I'm too much for these niggas






I ain't got a Rolex, but I want one

So I ain't got time for your bullshit

First thing's first, gotta get me

I need more cheese like raw heat

These hoes gon' walk, these nigga's gon' hate

But me, I'ma do what we do (for real)

Got juice, got heart, got soul, nigga, what about you?

Early in the morning

'
Cause the trap don't close

Love dope like Snoop Dogg

We don't love them hoes

One thing's for certain

Two thing's for sure

One monkey can't stop my shows (hell nah)

These niggas can't hold me back

One lady can't slow my roll (for real)

I know why you mad

I see why you pissed

'
Cause you ain't got swag like this

Nah, you ain't got swag like this

Call me Tazer Tezo, a.k.a. Young Mercy Marty

Look at me I'm gorgeous, everything is flawless






Young Kells spit that dope

Y'all rappers spit that soap

That's that fake, y'all can't hang

Matter fact, take it back, grab that rope

Die Slow. I'm a bipolar, my bitch bisexual

She eat that pussy like vegetable

She just want green, cooking up edibles

Everyday I put 'get high' on my schedule

Smoke until I cough, I love to break the law

I'ma stay in the streets

Ya'll pigs can find a Trough

All I did was rap

Put it on the wall

Look at all the plaques

Still the underdog (mufucka!)






Hop out the Porsche like fuck it, nigga

Ride the bench or score some buckets, nigga

Yo bitch my bitch, oh yeah, we fuckin', nigga

Had her at the crib, you know she runnin', nigga






Yeah, so I hopped off that Porsche like fuck it, bitch

She can ride the bench or go get buckets, bitch

You love these hoes, man, quit fronting, bitch

And if it ain't EST, it's nothin bitch!