Lil Wayne - Abracadabra (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Wayne - Abracadabra (en) Lyrics
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Mula!
I'ma tell you all this last
time, don't get involved
Bullets start, ripping
through the walls
Hit your baby momma,
and the house door
We making house calls
I'm an outlaw, in the south ward
Knock your ass out, if you talk stupid
Got a big dick, so I walk stupid
She got that hit it quick in
the car booty (hold on)
Bad hoes need to get a raise,
lame niggas tryna get away
But all your diamonds need to get
appraised, you in the way
Too many nights I was out lurking,
mine in the days
Nine days I'm on Ocean Drive with
a bad bitch lyin' in the shades
Sipping Minute Maid, gotta penetrate,
let me demonstrate
Got the Jones soda with
the drink in it
Got a backwood with the dank in it
Party ain't popping if we ain't in it
Go Blake Griffin, might flex on 'em
That's too much sauce
I bet them hoes know who I are
They treat a nigga like a superstar
and that's what I am
I got your bitch but that's my bitch
So that's our bitch and
that's all cool
When you trip out, wanna dip out
She just call me and I fall through
And that's bad news
Hold these nuts, cashews
Vroom, I flew past you
New whips here, what the
bags do, past cool
My enemies should get a good breakfast
and a cup of coffee
I know refugees that don't rush
things, they kill 'em softly
My closet still got Nike boxes
and a couple corpses
Look, even though I'll never sell
my soul, I got a couple offers
Don't think about it, I smoke
about it, I drink about it
They wrap a body, then rap about it
Sink the body, then sing about it
Zip the body, then sip about it
Fuck the world, I'ma still get
some cool things up out it
If a CEO wanna dance all in my
videos, I need a big deposit
Swerve, swerve, I'm back on 'em
My bad I'm turning my back on 'em
I fuck, then see if Tune, Jay Jones,
Hoody or Mack want 'em
Real shit, I've seen good girls go
to airports with that pack on 'em
Trill shit, I've seen bad bitches with
good genes but I slack on 'em
I ain't focused there
Gotham City, got Batmans
and Jokers there
I'm in the club but I'm in
the cut, they got cameras
here like Oprah's here
Since a kid, I heard gunshots, mothers
cry, all the shit soldiers hear
So I had to abracadabra, voila
just to make hope appear
Young
Abracadabra, abracadabra!
We rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared,
right after it happened
Copperfield, I just popped a seal
You don't believe in magic, but
you know that I'm for real
Voila! Voila! Ta-da! Ta-da!
Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila!
Told momma, nana
I'm doing my count
Don't ruin my count
Bust two and I'm out
Mama, nana
Bust two, and I'm out, Voila!
Magic Dust, yeah that's a rush
Got her cracking up,
crying all at once
Man, that was fun, I'm spazzing up
I'm gassing up that Cali
stuff, that massacre
I'm magical with chemicals
And smashing stuff, Metallica
Satanical like Skeletor
You're greener than a salad bar
I leave from here to Africa
To read some Maya Angelou
Impractical, you acting all Di Caprio
We trap and go from casserole
We back and forth in traffic
with that Macklemore
That magic snow, it's always cold
And my freak on that molly water
I met this bitch on Collins
But she out the hood, her mama cook
I'm on the way, I'm on a stage
The Magic show, I feel like Dave
I walk on water, float in air
I'm over there, I'm in your face
I pop up out of nowhere
Bap-bap at your doorbell
Disappear in thin air
All we leave is smoke there
Smoking roadkill, she on coke here
Stash is sticking to her nosehair
I'm a magician in the motel
Moving tricks for wholesale
Hold on, abracadabra
The data don't matter
We rata-ta-ta-ta, over the chatter
We got mo' ammo than Granma
Hammers and hammers
Pull up in Lambos
Shoot up the cameras
Die in pajamas
Find you with Sam and your
wife and your mamas
All in your family, I'm
balling like Magic
Voila!
Momma, nana
You don't believe in magic,
but you know I'm too real
Voila! Voila!
OVO shorts, high socks
Music is art, Basquiat
Niggas is squares hopscotch
Time out, nana, I got
sauce you dried out
I'm big boss, you big mouth
Magic show don't miss out
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