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blackmagic
I don't see a point of continuing all this shit
You push me to the side and then you treat me like a bitch
You can be a fool for him, but he'll never be like me
Run through fucking whore, glad you decided to leave
Sick of all your bullshit and your fucking petty lies
Act like you're in love with me but you won't wait the time
Act like I still love you but I swear I'd rather die
You may think I'm angry but I swear to god I'm fine
Push back, then I step back
Gloves up, I may hit back
You don't want that
Bitch I
Bitch I'll fuck up all your teeth like your British
Stackin' money it could reach up to the ceiling
I pull up with your bitch and I really make her-
Damn, fuck
It's to the ceiling
Uh, huh, yeah
I can't really lie now
Hold up, I'm a "bitch" but I could stack it up, galore
Fuck ton of money and I'ma stack it up some more
I'ma smoke these pussies they get fried like some smores
I'ma smoke these pussies they get fried like some-
Stackin' money to the ceiling, it can't fit in the room
Posted up with the rizzler how I'm bringin' that boom
blackmagic in the crib, we gon' put you in the tomb
Damn, they playin' my shit, they likin' all my tunes
Fuck, my slime caught a case
Bail his ass out cause I'm always getting paid
Shit never sucks, cause I get paid every day
Too much cash, bitch I don't know what to say
blackmagic, yeah, we going up so far
Smile and laugh between the stars
I cast a spell, I wish you well
But I cannot face
Bring it back like woa-oh
Point these lies, it fro-oze
Visible, I kno-ow
This hurt, was unknown
She a mastermind
Evil was her sign
I didn't know, the stab was behind
(Yea-yea-yea-yeaah)
Can't trust anymore, I lost my time
Even if I tried, there ain't no chime
So out of it, I lost my prime (Hmm hmm)
So out of it, no push to make a climb
I hope that you fully realize (ooh, ooh, ah, ah)
That your innocence is paralyzed (That your innocence is paralyzed)
Petty motherfucker, I swear I could kill you (I will try not to kill you, so please just bare it through)
Petty motherfucker, I'mma fucking kill you (bare it through)
Our love, is dead so I make songs
She wants, everything to work out
Well love, it is over said
We will never be, what you want
Stuck up on the past erase my thoughts
Smoke another pack until I rot
It was all you, what could I do?
O o o o o o o o o ao ao ao o o o
(Petals are gone)
O o o o o o o o o o o o