Lil' Debbie Dboy Magic Lyrics

[Intro]
If you're going to court, I'd kill for you
If you're crossing the street, I won't be there
If you're going to court, I'd kill for you
If you're crossing the street

[Chorus]
Dope, dope, dope, dope boy magic
I start that shit out, it's all in the wrist, got a dope boy magic
White on the scale, watch it come back a brick, dope boy magic
I ship it and pack it, I wrap it in plastic, dope boy magic
Dope boy magic, dope boy magic, hey
Got the pots and the pans, make it stretch like elastic, dope boy magic
Goddamn, I need that thang, dope boy magic
Niggas wanna know how I did that, dope boy magic
Turned a quarter to a half, that's good glass

[Verse 1: Bricc Baby]
These niggas swear that they dope boys
Bricc Baby real f*cking dope boy
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Yeah I got a bankroll for selling dope, boy
I'ma pull up in a f*cking Rolls Royce
I'ma snatch bread like a poor boy
I'ma leave that bitch with like no choice
Put my dick in her mouth like no voice
She gonna be tellin' her friends, nigga this six times ten
You know how it is, all of my niggas gon' win, all of my niggas gon' win
When we go in, the profit is rollin' but we're gonna split it, you know that it's goin'
Put dope in the bag then I went to [?] and I ship it and cool it

[Chorus]
Dope, dope, dope, dope boy magic
I start that shit out, it's all in the wrist, got a dope boy magic
White on the scale, watch it come back a brick, dope boy magic
I ship it and pack it, I wrap it in plastic, dope boy magic Dope boy magic, dope boy magic, hey
Got the pots and the pans, make it stretch like elastic, dope boy magic
Goddamn, I need that thang, dope boy magic
Niggas wanna know how I did that, dope boy magic
Turned a quarter to a half, that's good glass

[Verse 2: Lil Debbie]
I can make the work disappear, Houdini
Cook it in the kitchen, yeah, the fiends gotta have it
Shitting on these hoes every time you see me
Bitches wanna dose of this dope boy magic
I'm the plug, I'm the plug with this drug shit
I'm about racks, f*ck wraps of this club shit
Find me in the track
Sure they got bricks but I'm whippin' that cake, watch me bake
When you're talkin' 'bout cake, mix it in with the tree, motherf*cker, then you talk about me
Now takin' over edibles, everything I do is incredible
Queen better put me on a pedestal
Went from a gram to a zip to a pound
Keep the ground movin', I'm makin' my rounds
Many will try, only few of us have it
I whip it, I pack it, they grab it, it's magic

[Chorus]
Dope boy magic
I start that shit out, it's all in the wrist, got a dope boy magic
White on the scale, watch it come back a brick, dope boy magic
I ship it and pack it, I wrap it in plastic, dope boy magic
Dope boy magic, dope boy magic, hey
Got the pots and the pans, make it stretch like elastic, dope boy magic
Goddamn, I need that thang, dope boy magic
Niggas wanna know how I did that, dope boy magic
Turned a quarter to a half, that's good glass

d30c72b055141e380a00db2511538b2a