SWAY IV - Magic

Woke up this mornin' like, ayy, ayy, girl, you a savage
Ooh, girl, you know magic
You don't know what you do to me
Woke up this mornin' like, ayy, ayy, girl, you a savage
Ooh, girl, you know magic
You don't know what you do to me

I wonder if she really think of me
I wonder if she think I'm a G
I wonder if she wanna hang with me
I wonder if she wanna drink with me
Sip a lean and sippin' drink
And I don't do none of that, stop and think
I wonder if she got that body shape
Must be workin' with that body Jake
Hold up dab, for mercy sake
It must be that Marlboro birthday cake
Dude she bad only time will tell
Gucci bag with all kind of nails
Ooh, she lookin' like fine Michelle
Damn, she lookin' like Bama Shell
Drop a bomb, all kind of shells
Hit the gram with all kind of mail
Hit the Quan with all kind of prayer
Hit the bed with all kind of layers
Slam the dunk, no time to layup
Sweet candy like Now or Later
Give me a chance and I'll annihilate ya
Hair wrapped like Sanaa Lathan
It's all peace, As-salamu alaykum
A bad chick got me, now call me later

Woke up this mornin' like, ayy, ayy, girl, you a savage
Ooh, girl, you know magic
You don't know what you do to me
Woke up this mornin' like, ayy, ayy, girl, you a savage
Ooh, girl, you know magic
You don't know what you do to me

All she wanna do is hit the peso
And Milly Rock at the Barbados
Hating clown dudes could catch a fader
No magazine, got no paper
No time to waste dawg at all
No Twitter finger, no at y'all
Dude she bad like Stacy Dash
Light skin, she don't think she black
Butt bigger than a baby bag
Makeup shopping all kind of Mac
Jimmy Choo, all kind to match
Too Short, I was born a Mac
Pimp hand strong, got it goin' on
Felt like I was Dolomite
Felt like she never hold the ice
Felt like we ain't sleepin' none tonight
Fashion week killer, hair weave killer
Probably got it from Dubai
So sweet to a nigga tooth
I call my baby, my sweetie pie
Eye for eye, we get it done
Jewelry shoppin, with my honey bun
All she wanted was something simple
All I want was a real one

Woke up this mornin' like, ayy, ayy, girl, you a savage
Ooh, girl, you know magic
You don't know what you do to me
Woke up this mornin' like, ayy, ayy, girl, you a savage
Ooh, girl, you know magic
You don't know what you do to me

Written by:
Rodney Starkes

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