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Magic
154,614
Hip-Hop/Rap
Magic fue lanzado el 31 de mayo de 2019 por Republic Records como parte del álbum Sensational
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Fecha de lanzamiento31 de mayo de 2019
Sello discográficoRepublic Records
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM107

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Voces
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
Programación
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Voces de fondo
Gregg Wattenberg
Gregg Wattenberg
Voces de fondo
Holly Seeley
Holly Seeley
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
Autoría
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Autoría
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
Producción
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Producción
Y2K
Y2K
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Verse 1]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
(It's Jason Rich, baby)
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Oh, baby
[Verse 2]
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic
[Verse 3]
Pull up on a bitch and get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie (Ay)
Got that sauce, Fettuccine
Gravy so creamy
Wrist so gleamy (Ay)
Shit, I'm in it, eatin' that goddamn spinach
With a bad bitch, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished
[Verse 4]
I'm like open sesame, now your bitch right next to me
Pipe up, that's my destiny, call that shit finnessery, baby
Ooh, that's a flex; do a little trick, now your bitch is your ex
Heard my voice, now she tryna have s— (Woah)
Flexin' on ya too complex, baby
[Verse 5]
Ala-ka-fuckin-zam
I'm like, "Bitch, who is your mans?"
Abracadabra with these hands
Hit your bitch with the shazam
[Verse 6]
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic
[Verse 7]
Pull up on a bitch and get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie, baby
Got that sauce, Tortellini; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ooh)
Shit, I'm in it, eatin' that goddamn spinach
With a bad bitch, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished
[Verse 8]
I'm so sorry, that I had to end it
Gravy serve it up like I'm playin' fuckin' tennis
2018, I'll be runnin' for the Senate
Gravy took your bitch, that's a fuckin' epidemic (Crazy)
Hit a bird call and your bitch come hither
Your bitch hit 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]
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic
Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Written by: Jason Rich, Nick Seeley, Matthew Hauri
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