London On Da Track - Magnificent lyrics

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London On Da Track - Magnificent lyrics

[Intro] My birth certificate say I'm so magnificent Skoob done tinted cause them dykes they so magnificent Head bigger cause my b**h say she magnificent Hundred percent I cashed out when I bought my Bentleys I've been grinding since I came up out the porch She want me to pull the string and see if I'm so important Not a toy, baby girl, I got a little boy Aaayeee [Verse 1] I am magnificent, I could get chickens and my n***as red like a hen I told that little b**h that she not gon win and I told her to go hit it in Choppers gon' chop and I swear to God I am a slime I'ma shoot at your spin Watches on watches got timing on timing I just might bring Flav Flava in Caught me a big ol' lil' body, lil' b**h and you know it's the business s** on my dick, baby s** on my dick 'til you got a big chin Soon as I f** on your ho, boy you know I'm gon' make her back bend Cookies, I roll it, I roll it, got fish scale but I don't got baits These little b**hes know that I'm the future plus I'm holdin' weight I pulled up, hop out the 'Rarri now they tailgating I might keep my hands down, let my j**elry wave [Hook] Bling, bling, bling I iced out my team If you ain't sayin' that nice, my n***a, what the f** you mean? I live it up, it's not the same I like my b**h brown like sugar cane [Verse 2] Eat that p**y 'til I throw up I got water out in Florida Little Mama know I can't cuff her f** cleaning I'm a buffer My diamonds black like a muffler My b**h a nat and I trust her f** n***a you're pie a custard He got lames rhymes no Busta I'm like n***a b**h I'm too fly for this sh** Got a lot of n***as on the block that'll do or die for this sh** Got a lot of b**hes out in Folies that'll come around with my clique Nutted on the b**h panties she told her old man it was spit Baby little girl you know YSL is the realest they get b**h I'm on fire I fire the best fire like a Bic I want to know where it's at and I swear to God I'mma go get it Turnt up my birds in my words and now I'm 'bout fly as a pigeon Hop in my coup and brrrp the ceiling My b**h she rich and black like Oprah Winfrey 5-4-3-2-1, there go both her pimps I like white meat, baby pa** me a little sugar Thirty two on my hip, whoa No hole but I'ma let it rip Or you could throw it off of the ship [Hook] Bling, bling, bling I iced out my team If you ain't sayin' that nice, my n***a, what the f** you mean? I live it up, it's not the same I like my b**h brown like sugar cane [Outro] Monica, I like you and I love your persona Come with me I buy you hair by the bundle We go back and forth just like a runner Lay beside you keep you warm like your mama I don't want to keep discussing none of these lil' numbers I just want to feed you this candy like a Mamba.

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