Magic (Dedication 4)

By Lil Wayne

On Dedication 4

Released on September 3, 2012

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[Verse 1: Flow]

Ah.. Pop another percocet

My flow is retarded, I think I got a birth defect

Highway to heaven Bow! Where the fuck the chauffeur at?

These niggas softer than the pillows on my sofa set

I'm fighting myself cause I don't see no competition

I don't write, I draw that pistol make your face a composition

So please walk away before we stomp your ass

Everyday is halloween and you can get your pumpkin smashed

The ones you think your friends is really your haters

So just do me a favor.. and don't do me no favor

All I need is a blunt and a cup of purple

I put this together, I could've been a construction worker

Niggas looking funny, well I'm just getting blunted

And everybody's wondering if I'm really with Young Money

Well is a pig's pussy pork? Do bears be shittin'

In the woods and wipe they ass with a rabbit when they finish?

Turn my swagger super mean but my bitches bad too

And my flag bright red but Lortab blue, Oop!

Isn't it ironic I tell Tunechi pass the chronic

Purple syrup, yellow Fanta, you can call it Magic Johnson


[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Gone off the shrooms, I'm stoned like tomb

Bitch, I do what I do like the groom

Looking death in the eyes, kissing fear on the lips

I'm so faded my nigga I'm 'bout to disappear in this bitch

Like poof, there go my roof

Pow, there go my hammer

Come around here stuntin', get jacked like O'Lantern

Two times for them haters, head shots for them snitches

If the best things in life are free then why the fuck we pay attention?

Uh, pockets on nine-months, I go dumber than a dunce

Too many pills, too many blunts

Two bitches named such-and-such

It's Young Money we out chea, we turnt up 'bout that life

My pockets fat like Jack Black - If I go broke, I'mma jack whites

My bitch bad as fuck nigga, my goons 'bout that trigger play

Murk one of these soft niggas, now I'm in court for a pillow case

This is the magic show but Tune ain't no trick ho

Fuck niggas no Chris Stokes, it's me, Flow, D4

Fishtailing out the parking lot like salmon

She swallowed all my kids, bitch we could of had a family

The way I make the purp disappear, straight vanish

Smoke fire, spit fire

Puff the magic dragon

Tunechi!

D4 ho

Future fuck with me!