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Young Thug - Abracadabra Lyrics




Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin', you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah)
Take these bitches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin' season I get better (woah, yeah)
Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah)
All this gold on me lookin' like a trophy (yeah)
You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah)
Your bitch ridin' my dick like she owe me (yeah, yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit like Ginobili
And I been lookin' around the city since a shawty
Ah-ha
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh

Mistress, mistress, tell me who my mistress is
Who the f*ck is the creator of the drip and shit?
Got all these bitches on my dick, and yeah, they milkin' shit
Least they double double down 'cause we drip and shit
Just a diamond in the rough
I caught a bag, I'm not gon' tussle
Got sick and tired of showin' my muscle
I'm 'bout to take these nigga's ho
I'm makin' sure they missing
I'm listenin' I was listin'
She shut up and catch a drip-drip
I got implants, not no fillings
Gucci, Louis shoes and Fendi
Made a million, I was straight up off a titty
Ah-ha (woo-woo)

Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin', you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah)
Take these bitches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin' season I get better (woah, yeah)
Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah)
All this gold on me lookin' like a trophy (yeah)
You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah)
Your bitch ridin' my dick like she owe me (yeah, yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit like Ginobili
And I been lookin' around the city since a shawty
Ah-ha
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh

Abracadabra (woo)
When the wock disappear in my Shasta (yeah)
Way I poof to the crib down from NASA (yeah)
She pull up, drink up my red, think she Dracula
Bands Mexican, they get faster (skrt)
Way I drive the body, I can't crash her
Way we left the room was a disaster (skrt)
She like her body plastic, her walls plastered
Come like money cover her all in the proceeds
Gotta protect this AP, this shit cost billi's
In a second man decide to turn to billy
Can't split this fifty-fifty with you, bitch, you silly (let's go)
I ain't gon' front, I been back at it (-ack at it)
I ain't tryna- (Phew-phew, phew)
Don't need no ins (ah)
Please lock it down, with speeds rollin' with the clique
Me, I make the magic with the brown one with the hips, yeah

Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin', you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah)
Take these bitches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin' season I get better (woah, yeah)
Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah)
All this gold on me lookin' like a trophy (yeah)
You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah)
Your bitch ridin' my dick like she owe me (yeah, yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit it like Ginobili
And I been lookin' around the city since a shawty
Ah-ha
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh

(we got London on the Track)
(Metro)
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh
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Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin', you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah)
Take these bitches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin' season I get better (woah, yeah)
Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah)
All this gold on me lookin' like a trophy (yeah)
You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah)
Your bitch ridin' my dick like she owe me (yeah, yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit like Ginobili
And I been lookin' around the city since a shawty
Ah-ha
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh

Mistress, mistress, tell me who my mistress is
Who the f*ck is the creator of the drip and shit?
Got all these bitches on my dick, and yeah, they milkin' shit
Least they double double down 'cause we drip and shit
Just a diamond in the rough
I caught a bag, I'm not gon' tussle
Got sick and tired of showin' my muscle
I'm 'bout to take these nigga's ho
I'm makin' sure they missing
I'm listenin' I was listin'
She shut up and catch a drip-drip
I got implants, not no fillings
Gucci, Louis shoes and Fendi
Made a million, I was straight up off a titty
Ah-ha (woo-woo)

Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin', you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah)
Take these bitches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin' season I get better (woah, yeah)
Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah)
All this gold on me lookin' like a trophy (yeah)
You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah)
Your bitch ridin' my dick like she owe me (yeah, yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit like Ginobili
And I been lookin' around the city since a shawty
Ah-ha
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh

Abracadabra (woo)
When the wock disappear in my Shasta (yeah)
Way I poof to the crib down from NASA (yeah)
She pull up, drink up my red, think she Dracula
Bands Mexican, they get faster (skrt)
Way I drive the body, I can't crash her
Way we left the room was a disaster (skrt)
She like her body plastic, her walls plastered
Come like money cover her all in the proceeds
Gotta protect this AP, this shit cost billi's
In a second man decide to turn to billy
Can't split this fifty-fifty with you, bitch, you silly (let's go)
I ain't gon' front, I been back at it (-ack at it)
I ain't tryna- (Phew-phew, phew)
Don't need no ins (ah)
Please lock it down, with speeds rollin' with the clique
Me, I make the magic with the brown one with the hips, yeah

Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin', you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah)
Take these bitches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin' season I get better (woah, yeah)
Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah)
All this gold on me lookin' like a trophy (yeah)
You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah)
Your bitch ridin' my dick like she owe me (yeah, yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit it like Ginobili
And I been lookin' around the city since a shawty
Ah-ha
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh

(we got London on the Track)
(Metro)
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Jeffrey Williams, Jacques Webster, London Holmes, Leland Wayne
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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