Mr. Magic City - Velveeta

I'm fuckin his hoe and I'm fuckin his hoe
How the secret leak I don't know
I got a stick on these Fear of God jeans
If it's lit, let me know
Shorty, I gassed her
Got my name tatted
Hope she out there using rubbers
Bought some new jewels, don't be a fool
Know I'm sliding with the cutter
Pussy wet I been diving
Leo vibes I been lying
Young Dolph on the label Tip independent
Nah I ain't signing
Forty thousand I stuffed in these Palm Angels
Put that boy on the news
Yeah he on cable
Baby sent me a text said she want anal
I replied like, as long as it's s all maple
Fifty thousand in cash I ain't swiping
Shout out to Gordo we runnin through Dykman
I just ran up a check on the high on some pipes
Nah nigga I ain't fighting
Roddy Ricch what's in the box
Ankle monitor above the sock
Two hoes, one for the top
Spitting in the camera like Pac
Blocking hoes on the phone and the gram
Told that bitch
Go spend some time with ya man
I ain't Smokey, ain't Craig
I be telling 'em stay the the fuck off my lawn like I'm Stan
Touch down I'm feeling like Mahone
Super Bowl ring, snow cone
Too much too count need a clone
We 'gon slide tonight if it's on

Velveeta, the cookies is medical Keebler's
You might catch me on tv
Cheaters
I just dropped me a blue in the liter
I Amiri my denims we not the same
I don't even get high I get paper plane
Said I'm good on the pussy
Just want some brain
And you better be careful, this Vera Wang

These VVS diamonds, you know I'm a bust it
I started on trains now I hop out of buckets
These cookies from Cali
I'm huffin and puffin
She told me she like it
I told her I love it
I know they gone trip
I just fucked up a budget
I went to the jeweler and cop me a nugget
Put bread on his head
Get him bodied in public
Moving like a turtle, just fucked up a slushy
I got a lick on a lick I'm a shoot you the addy
Just show up wit sticks
Ten pack in the fanny
Just ran to Patron of the new, had to cop me Some fits
If I post my dick she gone like that
Got some blueberries for the nightcap
He get out of line we gone light that
Tina Turner pussy she gone fight back
Federales, they on me for straps
I told 'em I quit, I just fuck wit the raps
Niggas cap in they rap
'Til you slide and you do em like Ricky
And run up they back
Head shot a send him to the Lord
These ain't Jordan's these is Diors
Know where I'm from the two plus four
Home invasion, send 'em to ya door
Just ran up in Dior to cop me some Loui
I pulled out the pussy to nut on the booty
I'm diggin her frame
'Lil mama a cutie
I'm fucking his bitch
Nigga said he gone shoot me
He trippin
This glizzy a knock off his coofie
Been chasing this kitty ain't beefing wit goofys
Just swallowed a blue one
That shit got me moody
Run up on the foreign
I'm makin a movie

Written by:
Korey Lowe

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