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nalyd - magic lyrics

[hook: troy clausen]
i got the magic stick
i know if i can hit once, i can hit the twice
i get the baddest chicks
shorty you don’t believe me then call me tonight and i’ll show ya magic
(nalyd: what! what!)
magic
(nalyd: uh huh, uh huh)
i got the magic stick

[hook: nalyd ecitsuj]
i got the magic stick
i know if i can hit once, i can hit the twice
i get the baddest chicks
shorty you don’t believe me then call me tonight and i’ll show ya magic
(troy: what! what!)
magic
(troy: uh huh, uh huh)
i got the magic stick

[verse 1: nalyd ecitsuj]
i like when my haters hate
it don’t bother me
baked potato full of sins
am i a sinner? man i just gotta be
evil ways with my fire
and there ain’t no way to stop the blaze
or stop the heat
copy & paste be a bad beat i know it’s good when i’m about to skeet
that’s white stuff looking like ranch dressing
hey yo clausen’s got that magic that’ll make a bunny appear up out of your dress an
pull them panties down let me get inside
k!lling p-ssy all the time
call that genitalia genocide
i got the magic like t to the r to the o
y you gotta be questioning me?
a true magician never tells his secrets
just go believe
you gotta admit it’s impressing
hand me some more alleve

[verse 2: troy clausen]
i invented the magic stick
once you see me now you don’t
like an illusion
your body is a problem, and i got the solution
i’m ripped like channing tatum in the movie magic mike
i can’t dance but i can get it in
right and tight
old man but i don’t need v–gr- to get hard
worth millions of dollars and ion even need a body guard
i don’t front when it comes to my bankroll
leaving you jagaloons with all these petty little stank hoes
i walk into a room and b-tches hug
stuntin’ at the club when they tug me
they just love me
they don’t want me to go home
you silly stupid girl
it’s six in the moanin’
she can follow me to the crib feeling like she hit the lotto
i got countless hoes in groves meet me at the grotto
fine wine, we sippin’ on muscato
posting pics on instagram of caviar and grams
servants are rolling up blunts n’ junk
on the sweet weed, i’m coughing
i’m hot like the nineteenth of august
i’m awesome (echo)
repeat it to ya grandma’s & uncle’s & mother’s
clausen is no dad but i’m the mother f-cker
mother f-cker
look no hands
i’m a bread cuffer: i don’t said i love her
i don’t fear nothing motherf-cker
team daddy money

[outro: troy talking to nalyd]
troy: i’m telling you right here,right now
this kid is a mother.f-cking.superstar
uh nalyd uh ecitsudge

nalyd: it’s actually ecit-suj..the j is silent

troy: yeah,yeah yeah you hear that? the j is silent. team daddy money! what team are you on?

nalyd: well it’s team daddy money all day,everyday

troy: he’s team daddy..team blue waffle what about em?

nalyd: uh they can get f-cked

- nalyd lyrics

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