Artist: Lil Wayne f/ Flo Album: Dedication 4 Song: Magic Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] +Dedication 4+ - Drumatic nigga! Tune and dro [Flo] Ah! Pop another percocet My flow is retarded, I think I got a birth defect Highway to heaven, BOW! Where the fuck the chauffeur at? These niggaz softer than the pillows on my sofa set I'm fightin myself cause I don't see no competition I don't write, I draw that pistol, make your face a composition So please walk away before we stomp yo' ass Everyday is Halloween and you can get yo' +Pumpkin Smashed+ The ones you think your friends is really your haters So just do me a favor, and don't do me no favors All I need is a blunt and a cup of purple I put this together I coulda been a construction worker Niggaz looking funny, well I'm just gettin blunted And everybody's wonderin if I'm really with Young Money Well is a pig pussy pork? Do bears be shittin in the woods and wipe they ass with a rabbit when they finish? Turn my swagger super mean, but my bitches bad too And my flag bright red but my Lord tab blue, oop! Isn't it ironic I tell Tunechi pass the chronic Purple syrup, yellow Fanta, you can call it Magic Johnson AHHH! [Lil Wayne] Gone off the shrooms, I'm stoned like tomb Bitch, I do what "I do" like the groom Looking death in the eyes, kissin fear on the lips I'm so faded my nigga I'm bout to disappear in this bitch Like - poof, there go my roof, pow, there go my hammer Come around here stuntin, get +Jack+ like +O'Lantern+ Two times for them haters, head shots for them snitches If the best things in life are free, then why the fuck we pay attention? Uhh pockets on Neimans, I go dumb on dental dust Two many pills, too many blunts, two bitches named such-and-such It's Young Money we out'chea, we turnt up, 'bout that life My pockets fat like Jack Black, if I go broke, I'ma jack whites My bitch bad as fuck nigga, my goons bout that trigger play Merc one of these soft niggaz, now I'm in court for a pillow case This is the +Magic+ show but Tune ain't no trick hoe Fuck niggaz no Chris Stokes, it's me flow, D fo' Fishtailin out the parking lot like salmon She swallowed all my kids, bitch we coulda had a family The way I make the purp' disappear it straight vanish Smoke fire, spit fire, +Puff the Magic Dragon+ Tunechi! [Outro] +D4+ hoe Future fuck with me!