[Magno] It's Magno on a old school beat, 22's on a old school fleet You ain't a Cadillac Mag, I could tell by them hoes you meet Girls love me cause the flow's unique, it's no competition Don't even try to rap Mag, we rock fitted's now Throw away that snap back, if it's a Mag track then you know that's money That's a hardwood classic, not a throwback dummy In Denver Colorado, with a Colfax honey Like a nose I got a flow that's runny, yeah You know me, I'm down to choke and beat a hater That's if I lose my cool, like a broke refrigerator Y'all niggas think y'all muffle, till I break y'all face into pieces Like a jigsaw puzzle, hoes ease my brain like a cheap psychiatrist I got they voice breaking up, like cingular wireless I cock back, and let that weaponry go Your flows tacky, outdated like That 70's Show Magnificent that kid, that's destined to blow Collecting the do', put that Smith-N-Wess to your throat Either take a deep swallow, or three hollows Choose wisely, I treat you cats like Ron Isely Left between the sheets, when I bust that 3-8 Got your mom's crying a river, like Justin T-lake So go ahead, just admit I'm best 'Fore I put this chrome to your pipe, like an emission test You ain't even 'pose, to been a roller Dealing with Mag, chiefs get bagged like groceries at Kroger's I got the cutest broads, I pull up with model chicks That's taller, than NBA shooting guards But Magno's, playing the point I assist her with dick, and then we blazing a joint I keep on displaying the point, that I'm the coldest I'm the joystick, I control this That's why your ex, still wanna page My album gon sell, like X pills at a rave The Rookie of the Year, gon make a mill in a day If it don't, I'm making mills from the game I never beg for pennies, think different Better scramble, like some eggs at Denny's I got that chrome and that lead, to tempt me I'ma squeeze, till your head is empty Magnificent spit that real, and make a jerk nervous People sleeping on your flows, like church service Cause you worthless, who messing with Mag Keep talking, you'll be missing a dad Matter fact you'll be missing a moms, you get abused for joking My balls so big, they could be used for bowling And I don't mean to seem ferocious My click exterminate, but I don't mean for roaches I got lines, like a operator Might go to Oakland, and just cop the Raiders You just don't know man, I'll pop a hater You got some do' man, but my knot is greater Then nod your head, in a slow bob I hate working, but I will take a blow job It's Magno, I keep wrecking the flow That's why your boy, collecting the do' I step in the room ice chain, Mike got the ice mouth You might see us on T.V., the ice house A street flavor, we got that street flavor haters wanna hate, but them stats beat haters, yeah
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