Secret Society - Magik Don Lyrics

Yea
Yea
Yea
Nah for real
For real for real
You know imma muthaf*ckin professional
A look I had to get my game right
Before you hate on me bitch say my name right
Bitch you know my game tight
Hoe yo baby daddy live a lame life
I tell a bitch stay in her lane like
What that head about bitch what yo brain like
Yea
Ran into her dude the same night
He gone pull a pistol cause he can't fight
But I be with my fellas like it's game night
Yea bitch you the game tight
Try me we gone blow him down
He shoot one we throw 30 rounds
She gone drop that pussy off to me
When I blow through town
What goes around comes around
Full circle on yo bitch ass
You can't win a battle or a war with yo bitch cash
Broke nigga hating on the gang with his trick ass
Crying every time you leave the house with his simp ass
I just served bro his papers now he done
So many styles man how I choose one
Look So many bitches man I can't choose one
Let em choose me
All of them emotions and that crying shit don't move me
Niggas heard yo bum ass tape it ain't amuse me
I be in the room with yo bitch making movies
I'm Austin powers with this swank bitch I'm groovy
Quick to serve a bitch with a biscuit
And a two piece
F*cked one time now her friend tryna screw me
I was catching plays in the trap smoking loosies
You was being weird tryna give the bitch a roofy
I'm sliding through the bity with my pole Slapping boosie
You hating on a nigga for that pussy you a goofy
I pick my mans up bad bitch then imma oop him
I came for her daughter but her mom tryna seduce me
Shit I bagged that bitch too then I slid her ass a room key
Yea