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sad in magic city - dj ob1 lyrics

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[intro]
i’m a scientist
but it can’t be proved
it can’t be disproved either

[chorus: since99]
b*tch, i’m sad up in the godd*mn club
i’m in that tank, up in that tonka, catching godd*mn dubs
i’m throwing bands at the dancers, but i just need hugs
i got the racks in my jeans, now they showin’ me love, lil b*tch

[post chorus: since 99]
i can’t take no l’s
vacuum seal, that package smell
she want a telfar and a birkin, i’m about to send both through the mail
i need the racks on me and it’s urgent
copping a brand new prada veil
b*tch imma stay clean like detergent
i put a fat dab on the nail
he got a fat bond up in jail
i got a fat pack up the dale
b*tch, i be cuttin’ up just like a surgeon
i feel like chief keef, cuz i earned you
you got no bands, that is concerning
go in reverse, like julius erving
lil b*tch, i am high, i’m f*ckin’ up, turnin’
blunt on rotation, and that b*tch is burnin’
[verse: dreamob1]
call the plug, b*tch, need a burner
i’m in l.a., smoking on some cookie
can’t f*ck with these n*ggas, i know they be rookies
i know she a 10, i know she a model
hop in the beamer, i’m going full throttle
i’m in the strip throwin’ all this money
i’m with the gang, got that n*gga running
i feel like i’m young, just bought a tesla
i’m flexing just like a wrestler
i’m whipping this sh*t like a spatula
i’m f*ckin’ lit baby, spectacular

[chorus: since99]
b*tch, i’m sad up in the godd*mn club
i’m in that tank, up in that tonka, catching godd*mn dubs
i’m throwing bands at the dancers, but i just need hugs
i got the racks in my jeans, now they showin’ me love, lil b*tch

[post chorus: since 99]
i can’t take no l’s
vacuum seal, that package smell
she want a telfar and a birkin, i’m about to send both through the mail
i need the racks on me and it’s urgent
copping a brand new prada veil
b*tch imma stay clean like detergent
i put a fat dab on the nail
he got a fat bond up in jail
i got a fat pack up the dale
b*tch, i be cuttin’ up just like a surgeon
i feel like chief keef, cuz i earned you
you got no bands, that is concerning
go in reverse, like julius erving
lil b*tch, i am high, i’m f*ckin’ up, turnin’
blunt on rotation, and that b*tch is burnin’

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