Yung Gravy – Magic lyrics

[Intro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
It’s Jason Rich, baby
Oh, baby!
[Chorus]
Gravy get near, your b**h disappear, I call that sh** magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain’t that sh** tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that sh** automatic (Woah)
I’m catchin’ spells, you takin’ L’s, sh** is fantastic
[Post-Chorus]
Pull up on a b**h and get steamy
Think I’m Houdini, lookin’ like a genie (Ay)
Got that sauce, Fettuccine, Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ay)
sh**, I’m in it, eatin’ that goddamn spinach
What a bad b**h, she finished
Gravy get near, your career get finished
[Verse 1]
I’m like open sesame, now your b**h right next to me
Pipe up, that’s my destiny, call that sh** finnessery, baby
Ooh, that’s a flex; do a little trick, now your b**h is your ex
Heard my voice, now she tryna have s— (Woah)
Flexin’ on ya too complex, baby
[Bridge]
Ala-ka-f**in-zam
I’m like, “b**h, who is your mans?”
Abracadabra with these hands
Hit your b**h with the shazam
[Chorus]
Gravy get near, your b**h disappear, I call that sh** magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain’t that sh** tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that sh** automatic (Woah)
I’m catchin’ spells, you takin’ L’s, sh** is fantastic
[Post-Chorus]
Pull up on a b**h and get steamy
Think I’m Houdini, lookin’ like a genie, baby
Got that sauce, Tortellini; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ay)
sh**, I’m in it, eatin’ that goddamn spinach
What a bad b**h, she finished
Gravy gettin’ in, your career get finished
[Verse 2]
I’m so sorry that I had to end it
Gravy served it up, like I’m playin’ f**in’ tennis
2018, I’ll be runnin’ for the Senate
Gravy took your b**h, that’s a f**in’ epidemic (Crazy)
Hear the bird call, and your b**h come hither
Your b**h in my line, and the goods get delivered
Pull up and I splash like a motherf**in’ river
Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver
[Outro]
Gravy get near, your b**h disappear, I call that sh** magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain’t that sh** tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that sh** automatic (Woah)
I’m catchin’ spells, you takin’ L’s, sh** is fantastic
Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum

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