B.o.B – Magic Number Lyrics

Magic Number by B.o.B

3 is a magic number
Yes it is, it’s a magic number (yes it is)
(One, two, three and)
All ya ladies pop yo p—- like this
Pop, pop yo p—- like this
All ya ladies pop yo p—- like this
(Bobby, bobby, bo-bobby, bobby
Bobby, bobby, bo-bobby, bobby)
From the south to the west to the east to the north
From the south to the west to the east to the north
From the south to the west to the east to the north
From the south to the west to the east to the north

I’m tryna hit a triple play
Hookah heaux henny called triple h
Me and my b—- flip ya b—- like real state
I’m tryna paint to B—— watch me illustrate
I’m about [?], I don’t get erase
2 as a party and 3 as a crowd
So that mean only crowd pleaser allowed
The odd couples, all your hoes in trouble
No catching feelings we don’t do [?], are you serious?
She indecisive if she would that silly s—
Talkin’ out ya neck ventriloquist
Y’all just h—- i think i just got my period (really b—-?)

3 is a magic number, yes it is
Yes it is, it’s a magic number
Bobby, bobby, bo-bobby, bobby
All ya ladies pop yo p—- like this
Pop, pop yo p—- like this
All ya ladies pop yo p—- like this
Pop, pop yo p—- like this

She wants hookahs on the first date
Ubers on the first date
Conversations, liquor, steaks
Just to get to first base?
Are you too old for casual s–
Do it for the bag that’s collateral s–
She made a whole big bananas that’s magical neck
I’m talking about 3 mathematical s–
She swallow all the [?] no child left behind
[?] but it seem like she inclined
You done blew ya whole cover
You done blew the facade
[?] now he want a minaj
She squeezed the pistol til i pull the trigger
Death come in threes on my p—- killa

3 is a magic number
Yes it is, it’s a magic number
Bobby, bobby, bo-bobby, bobby
All ya ladies pop yo p—- like this
Pop, pop yo p—- like this
All ya ladies pop yo p—- like this
Pop, pop yo p—- like this
From the south to the west to the east to the north (x4)

All ya ladies pop yo p—- like this
Just do it, don’t stop, don’t miss
85 knots and y’all don’t sleep
33 swishers in the box don’t trip
3 baby baddies being boom n—– ain’t s—
3 round of drinks then boom now you like chicks
Don’t be a Grinch, don’t be a grouch
Tryna pump, tryna dump, tryna hump, tryna plow,
SHe a hood b—- but now [?]
[?]
I like my omelettes with cheese, crispy hundred no crease!
Ain’t talking retros but i like my women in threes