Rolling round armoured b#tch I think I’m a Kuruma
These girls love the sight, they giving me their felula
I got a girl in the back for me, like she playing right back
Huh, no she got left back
Like Clichy, you know my man Gael, ugh such a cliché
You don’t wanna see my arsenal we strapped like a hand grenade
Polishing this iron like a whitesmith, Anna Nicole
Four in this room and I’ma die fifth, I got death on payroll
The magpie
Avoiding the cracks, counting the racks, good luck to last
Good luck like two magpies
Me and Janet Jackson we together again at last, it’s mad
Too much luck my way man, what the f#ck is that
I got the dough, Janet got the cat
Do what I say so like Simon said that
Oh it’s such a contrast
You’ll know my music like the back of your hand, unless you Vujicic
This sh#t gonna make you a lot of money, so money can make you joy rich
Don’t play with the gat honey, you know it ain’t a toy b#tch
Met my girl and we saw four magpies, guess we got a boy with
The magpie
Avoiding the cracks, counting the racks, good luck to last
Good luck like two magpies
The magpie
The magpie
Yeah
I’m working too hard to get here I deserve this accommodation
I run this population, I deserve world domination
Black cats, shooting stars, married magpies, great dream boulevards
Come here and get all you want, pig out like I’m full of lard
This luck comes in automatically, I run this principality
But run it democratically, my manners diplomatically
My lucks consistently, systematically tailor made in a factory
The way I’m dealing the cards that are dealt with me
Yeah
The magpie
Avoiding the cracks, counting the racks, good luck to last
Good luck like two magpies
The magpie
Avoiding the cracks, counting the racks, good luck to last
Good luck like two magpies
The magpie
The magpie
Good luck like two magpies
The magpie
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