Magic, Tragic

(Chorus: Meda Blaq) The way she move that ass round Mane that shit tragic Drop low but barely touch the ground Call it hood magic She teasin' but I want it all I just gotta have it Free ball girl you don't need no draws That's a good habit Magic, tragic (x3) Damn she going in Magic, tragic (x3) Tag team she done brought a friend That ass tragic Your face magic Them hips tragic Girl I just gotta have it That ass tragic Your face magic Them hips tragic Girl I just gotta have it [Verse :1 Dojah K] Uh Strippers on the table I throw dollars and she drop them draws Take her to crib and she guaranteed to drop her jaw Bottle poppin, models watchin' And they all anticipation' Throwin' stacks from rubberbands Gone an tell your bitch we made it Dolla dolla dolla All about my cheese though Mastered my Kraft just so I Can throw these singles Standing on the roof, spreading wealth to my people Get it in for sho' yeah you know that Im a G though Green like Cee Lo Stack like pringles Smoking on the purple, green we just call that dino Shawty wiggle wobble drop That's when she comes to my spot Beat it beat it non-stop Known to make your jawn hot Where the party ends, that's where the fun stop Liquor get her loose so you that she be on top And we be on hot my nigga that's a fact GMB we throwing stacks with my cuz Meda Blaq [Hook] [Verse :2 Meda Blaq] 1,2 skip a few taken off in the bitch When I pull up to the venue they already know Im here Hoe it's Dojah K and Meda Blaq We gonna end it with a bang this year Straighten up the weave and throw it back Work til your sweat runs like tears (Yeah) Now she soaking, eyes low as a bitch she must be toasted You can tell when she move booty floatin Niggas feel like damn I wanna stroke it (Can I poke It) Get to know it I ain't gone ???