Testi:
Magic Chicks Don T Mind

pimps handle that I fuck a little ass with a big sandal strap [Chorus] Chicks don't seem to mind when they're doing Magic A little loving from us once

dawg spend a stack Tell the DJ play my record then bring it back 8 inch stiletto, Queen Mcghetto Touch From yo neck to ankle Don't nobody move like you

should mind your bidness here, you should mind your bidness dear All this money I'm a get this year, that mean your money gon' disappear Ain't no women strippin here, ain't

speakers snap and rattle It don't matter where I'm at, where readin' or chillin' I be rhymin' in my head, whether eatin' or shittin' I be chillin' with a chick

Hush Hush chick, I be the same one Now I think it's time that we show you how the game done Why can't it be so simple? I used to be the cute kid wit dimples

messed up sometime You stressed out and you can't handle the situation Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance And you don't know what to do...

smellin gunsmoke Act like you don't see me, turn your fuckin face backwards A decade of jealousy What the fuck y'all tellin me? Don't act like you don't

tools, your out your mind Niggas copycating, ain't that flow familiar Ghetto (still?) lobby packing when I go Brazil Ain't no bitches (snotty actin?) if you ain't

Boy, YEAH Relax your mind Bad Boy baby, and we don't stop [P. Diddy - talking] Cause we can't stop And we won't stop cause we can't stop Ya'll