Song Info: Heard My Voice Now She Tryna Have Song name is Magic which is sung by Yung Gravy & lyrics written by Yung Gravy.
Heard My Voice Now She Tryna Have Lyrics
[Intro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
It’s Jason Rich, baby
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Ohh, baby
[Chorus]
Gravy get near, your b^^ch disappear, I call that sh^t magic (Woah)
She was your B, now she with me, ain’t that sh^t tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that sh^t automatic (Woah)
I’m castin’ spells, you takin’ L’s, sh^t is fantastic
[Post-Chorus]
Pull up on a b^^ch it get steamy
Think I’m Houdini, lookin’ like a genie (Ayy)
Got that sauce, Fettuccine; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ayy)
sh^t, I’m in it, eatin’ that God damn spinach
Wit a bad b^^ch, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished
[Verse 1]
I’m like open sesame, now your b^^ch right next to me
Pipe up, that’s my destiny, call that sh^t finnessery, baby
Ooh, that’s a flex; do a little trick, now your b^^ch is your ex
Heard my voice, now she tryna have s— (Woah)
Flexin’ ain’t too complex, baby
[Bridge]
Alaka-f^^kin’-zam
I’m like, “b^^ch, who is your mans?”
Abracadabra with these hands
Hit yo’ b^^ch with the shazam
[Chorus]
Gravy get near, your b^^ch disappear, I call that sh^t magic (Woah)
She was your B, now she with me, ain’t that sh^t tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that sh^t automatic (Woah)
I’m castin’ spells, you takin’ L’s, sh^t is fantastic
[Post-Chorus]
Pull up on a b^^ch and get steamy
Think I’m Houdini, lookin’ like a genie, baby
Got that sauce, Tortellini; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ooh)
sh^t, I’m in it, eatin’ that God damn spinach
Wit a bad b^^ch, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished
[Verse 2]
I’m so sorry, that I had to end it
Gravy serve it up like I’m playin’ f^^kin’ tennis
2018, I’ll be runnin’ for the Senate
Gravy took your b^^ch, that’s a f^^kin’ epidemic (Crazy)
Hit a bird call and your b^^ch come hither
Your b^^ch hit my line and the goods get delivered
Pull up and I splash like a motherf^^kin’ river
Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver
[Outro]
Gravy get near, your b^^ch disappear, I call that sh^t magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain’t that sh^t tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that sh^t automatic (Woah)
I’m castin’ spells, you takin’ L’s, sh^t is fantastic
Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
