Black Magic Lyrics

By Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)


[Hook:Rick Ross]x2
Poof! There go the car

Poof! There go the crib

Poof!100 mil, David Copperfield,David Copperfield,David Copperfield(x3)



[Verse 1:Meek Mill]

Could you knock that ho, could you blame that bitch

Cause she wanna roll with a real nigga like me thats gon' slang that dick

Like coke to a fiend,fuck throat on the lean

Take long on the purp,Now that ho on a bean

Still money over these hoes

Got YSL on my clothes

And Blood drip on my sneakers,nigga you hatin on me she chose

And I ain't fuck your girl she rode,my stick-shift she drove

Did everything she supposed, I pulled my camera out she posed

And I was like Got that!,Drop that,pop that

Got the top back on the dropback ,im back

And the Glock at where the crotch at,im strapped

All the rocks at where the watch at,stop that!

Could you cop that? Not that

Im like sendin mine back dimesack im catching them contact

Got racks,yall niggas ain't bout that,bout that life!



[Hook:Rick Ross]x2



[Verse 2:Meek Mill]

Poof!

Nigga fuck your life,fuck your niggas,and fuck your wife(fuck em!)

Got two bad bitches with a nigga and you know they gon' fuck all night(right)

And I rock all white(white),Nigga rich game prop(prop)!

I'll pull up on whores and I'm sitting on 4's,in a big boy drop(drop)

Call big boy shots,all clear stones in my big boy watch

All year long got the strip on lock, everytime we in this bitch man shit gon pop

My hip on Glock,yo' hip on nothing'

My niggas got racks,your niggas be frontin'

Red Cartier,Redbone bitch,Red Bottoms on her,Hair long as shit(hold up)

Yellow gold Ro',Yellow bone ho,and yellow bottles of spades nigga

Whole clique self made niggas!



[Hook:Rick Ross]x2