Magnificent

What the fuck, you ready?

Alright, alright

What the fuck, you ready?

We got London On Da Track

What the fuck, you ready?

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Thugger!

My birth certificate say I'm so magnificent

School? Didn't attend it 'cause they think I'm so magnificent

Head bigger 'cause my bitch say she magnificent

Hundred percent I cashed out when I bought my Bentleys

I've been grinding since I came up off 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

Aye (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!)

I am magnificent, I'm cookin' chickens, and my neck is red like a hen

I told that little bitch 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 Flava Flava in

Caught me a big ol' lil body, lil bitch, and you know it's the Benz

Suck on my dick, baby, suck on my dick 'til you got a big chin

Soon as I fuck 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 bitches know that I am 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 jewelry wave

Bling, bling, bling, I iced out my team

If you ain't sayin' that nice, my nigga, what the fuck you mean?

I live it up, it's not the same

I like my bitch brown like sugar cane (Woah, woah, hey!)

Eat that pussy 'til I throw up

I got water out in Florida

Lil mama know I can't cuff her

Fuck cleaning, I'm a buffer

My diamonds black like a muffler

My bitch a gnat, and I trust her

Fuck nigga, you're pie, a custard

He got lames rhymes, no Busta

I'm like, "Nigga, bitch, I'm too fly for this shit"

Got a lot of niggas on the block that'll do or die for this shit

Got a lot of bitches out in Follies that'll come around with my clique

Nutted on the bitch's panties, she told her old man it was spit

Baby lil girl you know YSL is the realest they get

Bitch I'm on fire, fire, the best fire like a Bic

I want to know where it's at, and I swear to God, I'ma go get it

Turned up my birds in my words, and now I'm 'bout fly as a pigeon

Hop in my coup, and I brrrp the ceiling

My bitch, she rich and black like Oprah Winfrey

5-4-3-2-1, there go both her pimps

I like white meat, baby, pass me a little sugar

Hey, thirty two on my hip

Woah, no hole but I'ma let it rip

Or you could throw it off of the ship

Bling, bling, bling, I iced out my team

If you ain't sayin' that nice, my nigga, what the fuck you mean?

I live it up, it's not the same

I like my bitch brown like sugar cane (Hey, hey, woah!)

Monica, I like you, and I love your persona

Come with me, I'll buy you hair by the bundle

We go back and forth just like a runner

Lay beside you keep you warm like a mama

I don't want to keep discussing none of these lil numbers

I just want to feed you this candy like a Mamba

Bah kaw, kackaw kaw!