mmagic - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Kelly)

[Verse 1]

Too many racks up in my jeans, can't even fit no more

I got fire machine, if he wan' talk, he hit the floor, yeah

Pussy nigga want war, huh

Pussy nigga won't slide, but I'll have top shooters at his door

[Chorus]

Huh, where yo' pockets, nigga?

I-I heard bitches wasn't fuckin' with yo' topics, nigga

I swear to God, this nigga such a bitch, I'll rob this nigga

And that bih' wanna suck my meat when she be off that liquor

Yeah, it made me sicker (Made me sicker, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]

Know I fuck the baddest bitch, yeah (Uh)

My bitch strip at Magic City, uh (Uh)

Damn, I got bad habits, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

To the bank I'm laughin' my ass off

I'm in L.A., nigga, countin' dough

Where you at, nigga? Show a pole

Fuck yo' dad, nigga, hit yo' bro

I swear to God, nigga, hit yo' bro, nigga (Yeah)

Up that fire, nigga, drop the lo', nigga (Yeah)

Eyes roll back when I'm fuckin' hoes, nigga

Bad bitch, she don't fuck with her old nigga, uh (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]

Hit the strip, up some cash, lay it out, nigga, I don't even care

Bad bitches on my dick, nigga, all they do is motherfuckin' stare

Put a pussy nigga in his fuckin' chair

Bad bitch, and I'm grippin' on her hair

If you got a set, nigga, throw it in the air

I'm tryna sip, nigga, yeah (Yeah)

[Bridge]

fflex, come fuck me (fflex, come fuck me)