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nalyd - magic i i lyrics

[verse 1: troy clausen]
i still got the…magic
magic, yeah
you won’t regret it even though
it’s a different song
i
still got
the magic,magic stick
magic yeah
it’s so magical don’t you agree
[nalyd: ha! magic stick part two]
i invented swag
poppin bottles, puttin supermodels in the cab
proof…
i guess i got my swagger back, truth
new watch alert, hublot’s
or the big face roley, i got two of those
arm out the window through the city, i maneuver slow
c-ck back, snap back, see my cut through the holes

[verse 2: nalyd ecitsuj]
d-mn clausen and nalyd
where the h-ll you been?
people actin’ real reckless, stuntmen
i adopted that monkey
rated ex reference again
i’m about to make them tuck there whole summer in
they say i’m crazy, well i’m ’bout to go dumb again
they ain’t see me cause i pulled up in my other benz
last week i was in my other other benz
throw your diamonds up cause we in this b-tch another ‘gain

[verse 3: troy clausen]
yeah, photo shoot fresh, lookin like wealth
i’m ’bout to call the paparazzi on myself
uh, live from the mercer
run up on nalyd the wrong way i might murk ya
flee in the g-450 i might surface
political refugee asylum can be purchased
uh, everything’s for sale
i got five p-ssports, i’m never goin to jail

[verse 4: nalyd ecitsuj]
i made “brighter days” i’m never goin to h-ll
the mixtape rated ex, it’s never goin on sale
luxury rap, the hermes of verses
sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
i get it custom, you a customer
you ain’t ‘custommed to goin through customs, you ain’t been nowhere, huh?
and all the ladies in the house got ’em showin off
i’mma hit em’ with the magic stick
should i?
naaaaaaaaaa!

[verse 5: troy clausen]
sippin’ on kool-aid jammers
castro in cabanas
viva méxico, cubano
dominicano, all the plugs that i know
drivin benzes, with no benefits
not bad, huh? for some immigrants
build your fences, we diggin tunnels
can’t you see we gettin money up under you?

[verse 6: nalyd ecitsuj]
can’t you see the private jets flyin over you?
maybach bumper sticker read “what would clausen do?”
clausens is chillin (uhh) nalyd is chillin (uhh)
what more can i say? (what more can i say?) we k!llin ’em
hold up, before we end this campaign
as you can see we done bodied the d-mn lanes
lord, please let them accept the things they can’t change
and pray that all of their pain be champagne

[troy clausen & nalyd ecitsuj]
i got the magic x3
[nalyd] he got the magic!

- nalyd lyrics

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