Mr. Magic City - Cookie Jar

Just came from V.A. with some scats
Now I'm back on the road to Dallas
We was fucking in the car
Shorty fuck around broke my glasses
Couldn't find me no Wockesha
So Casamigos I'm tagging
By the pull could tell exotic
Told shorty screenshot the ashes
Tell them niggas better chill
I don't be playing like that
Brody got caught on wire taps
I don't be playing the jack
Got the scoop on who pulled the trigger
It's nothing you know my pedigree
Convo with the lawyer
They thinking about arresting me

Cutters in the truck
And they check don't come from the lemon tree
Xanies and the Zaza got me slow as a centipede
Broski he be nervous
Keep telling me they gone tell on me
I told him rather catch me a bullet before a felony
PTSD shorty no addy you not a kin of me
If you ain't feeling that
Lil mama ok don't check for me
I come up out the trenches
The alphits they come with wrenches
Starting five
But I promise my nigga came off the benches

Nigga I was down bad
Bitches used to frown pass
Now she wanna fuck raw
I gotta sit down laugh
Bitches I don't trust none
Came threw with a lump sum
Asked to get her butt done
Fuck her let the nut run

I think I'm tripping told this hoe that I love her
Know she a hoe doe
Getting drunk
Way to early
I blew a ten piece in Soho
This a plain white-T
But I really paid for the logo
Temperamental
So I'll always be Tony more than Manolo

Trying to build a case
They heard we cutting it with the fentanyl
Ain't fuck her in a year
Hit my phone like she having withdrawals
They trying to see who eat it the best
They having a dick off
Approach me while I'm on one nigga and
I might lick off

Threw diamonds in my mouth
Ain't been smiling doe shit been ugly
Shorty fucking opposition
But steady saying she love me
I ain't tripping on the low
I been sliding off wit her buddy
I'm a snake who like the grass cut
Nigga I like it cruddy

Caught a gun case out in Brooklyn
The feds they picked it up
Even the niggas that don't like me
Tell you I give it up
Mixing syrup with the Smurf's
I been running round slithered up
Got these women in they feelings
Found out I'm a male slut

I like my pussy raw
Tongue up in the cookie jar
Kill him if he looking wrong
Don't know what type of shit he on
Spin you know I'm spinning back
I really get into that
You niggas get hit, and never slide
I can't get into that

Written by:
Korey Lowe

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