Dope Boy Magic - Shy Glizzy, Trey Songz, A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

Dope boy magic, ooh

You can smell it through the plastic

Dope boy magic, ooh shit tragic

Somebody died out the habit

Dope boy magic

Flip it like it’s gymnastics

Tr&oline money, never backflip

Somersault, somersault, yeah

I’ma ball, I’ma ball

I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball

I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball

I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball

Grade-A money never backflip

Young Jefe holmes

Girl what your name is

Tell me who you came with

Ain’t nothin' like none of these industry cats, street nigga, I’m dangerous

She like ain’t you famous?

(nope)

I’m still on that same shit (yup)

I bet you won’t never go fuckin' no lame

Put you on this game shit

This life gets scary honey

I’m gettin' that dirty money

Heard they took thirty from me

Then I gotta go murder someone

We got the block back jumpin'

You hear the birds, they hummin'

No I can’t serve no under

Yeah bitch I know they on me

Stuck in that trap, this is a dream

I still move them packs, fuck do you mean?

Married the streets and I got me a ring

Shout out them choppers and shout out them fiends

Teach you the game, bitch you play with them beams

Come to my city, we baking your beans

Pounds in Virginia, get bricks in

I get 'em off like I’m a machine

Dope boy magic, ooh

You can smell it through the plastic

Dope boy magic, ooh shit tragic

Somebody died out the habit

Dope boy magic

Flip it like it’s gymnastics

Tr&oline money, never backflip

Somersault, somersault, yeah

I’ma ball, I’ma ball

I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball

I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball

I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball

Grade-A money never backflip

This is dope boy status

Nigga Rolls Royce lavish

I’ma ball, I’ma ball, nigga no look passing

I’m a hit-making addict

I don’t want to go savage

I’m a star, I’m a star, let the bros go blast him

Got they draws on the floor when the boy walk past 'em

They throw bras at a nigga ah, they want my shows for the passion

I’m a Bronx reppin' nigga ah, they already know what I’m jackin'

Give a fuck what a nigga thought, you can smell the dope through the jacket

If I told you I was in love I was probably overreacting

If love wasn’t like a drug it would be so unattractive

If I fucked you but only once you would think I’m missing in action

Have you reaching and grabbing

For that dope boy magic

Dope boy magic, ooh

You can smell it through the plastic

Dope boy magic, ooh shit tragic

Somebody died out the habit

Dope boy magic

Flip it like it’s gymnastics

Tr&oline money, never backflip

Somersault, somersault, yeah

I’ma ball, I’ma ball

I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball

I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball

I’ma ball, I’ma ball, I’ma ball

Grade-A money never backflip