Magic 创作者：
Yung Gravy

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调：Eb major

Verse 1

Ebm

Oh- oh- oh- oh, oh- oh-

oh- oh

It's Jason Rich, baby

Oh, baby

Verse 2
Db 
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear,
I call that shit magic (whoa)
She was your B, now she with me,
ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose,
that shit automatic (whoa)
I'm catchin' spells, you takin' L's,
shit is fantastic

Verse 3
Db 
Pull up on a bitch and get steamy Think
I'm Houdini,
lookin' like a genie (ayy)
Got that sauce, Fettuccine, Gravy so creamy,
wrist so gleamy (ayy)
Shit, I'm in it,
eatin' that goddamn spinach
What a bad bitch, she finished
Gravy get near, your career get finished

Verse 4
Db 
I'm like open sesame,
Fm 
Db 
now your bitch right next to me
Fm 
Pipe up, that's my destiny,
Db 
call that shit finnessery, baby
Ebm 
Db 
Ooh, that's a flex, do    a little trick,
Ab 
now your bitch is your ex
Db 
Heard my voice,
Ab 
now she tryna have s-  (whoa)
Db 
Flexin' on ya too complex, baby

Verse 5
Db 
Ala- ka- fuckin- zam
I'm like, "Bitch,
who is your mans?"
Abracadabra with these hands
Hit your bitch with the shazam

Verse 6
Db 
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear,
I call that shit magic (whoa)
She was your B, now she with me,
ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose,
that shit automatic (whoa)
I'm catchin' spells, you takin' L's,
Ab 
shit is fantastic
Db 
Pull up on a bitch and get steamy Think

Verse 7
Db 
I'm Houdini,
lookin' like a genie, baby
Got that sauce, Tortellini, Gravy so creamy,
wrist so gleamy (ayy)
Shit, I'm in it,
eatin' that goddamn spinach
What a bad bitch, she finished
Gravy gettin' near,
your career get finished
Fm 
I'm so sorry that I had to

Verse 8
Db 
end it
Gb 
Gravy served it up,
Db 
like I'm playin' fuckin' tennis
2018, I'll be runnin' for the Senate
Gravy took your bitch,
that's a fuckin' epidemic (crazy)
Hear the bird call,
and your bitch come hither
Your bitch in my line,
and the goods get delivered
Pull up and I splash like a
motherfuckin' river
Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver

Verse 9
Db 
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear,
I call that shit magic (whoa)
She was your B, now she with me,
ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose,
that shit automatic (whoa)
I'm catchin' spells, you takin' L's,
Gb 
Ab 
shit is fantastic
Db 
Bum- bum- bum- bum,
Ab 
Db 
bum- bum- bum- bum