Magic lyrics

by

YSB Tril



[Intro]
Nananaaa
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
Nananana
ATM Da Gang

Like I wash and then I rinse
f*ckin on yo bihhh
I be gettin it till da end
Nananana im gettin to da bandz

[Chorus]
Step in I'm too clean like I wash and then I rinse
Got the besties all up on me hit em both it just depend
Wake up get real freshie then i do it all again
I'm in the whip she tryna neck me, told her go and get it in
n*gga stack it up
Spin the block a couple times they like what happen huh
Real G, too fly like I'm Alladin huh
Lil shawty in them jeans I know she packin' yeah
Lil Rocket in it, then he disappear like magic huh

[Verse 1]
I smack yo b*tch it sound like flip flops
Wake up, get that neckerdoodle, tell that hoe to get lost
A n*gga bout to blow I'm like a bomb I hear that tick tock
Just give me one more year a n*gga neck covered in big rocks
Uh yeah, Money long (Yeah yeah)
Limousine (yeah yeah)
Bring the hoes (Uhh uhhh)
I'll bring the team (Uhh uhh uhhh)
Just a n*gga (Yeah yeah)
Wit a dream (Yeah yeah)
But just be careful cause this life ain't always what it seems
n*ggas comin' out they lane, I'm tryna stay in my own
Nah I can't look back at the past no matter what I did wrong
Now I can't wait to be on tour and spend some time away from home
She hit my phone I press ignore I told her speak to the tone yeaahh
[Chorus]
Step in I'm too clean like I wash and then I rinse
Got the besties all up on me hit em both it just depend
Wake up get real freshie then i do it all again
I'm in the whip she tryna neck me, told her go and get it in
n*gga stack it up
Spin the block a couple times they like what happen huh
Real G, too fly like I'm Alladin huh
Lil shawty in them jeans I know she packin' yeah
Lil Rocket in it, then he disappear like magic huh

[Verse 2]
Then I'm back in for that round 2
Dopelord blessed me with this beat so n*gga know i had to
And I know life's a b*tch so imma show her what that cash do
If she the same as all these other hoes, she prolly want a bag too
Imma cop a private, take a trip out to Mulan
I feel like the boss n*gga, I feel like the don
I got all the racks baby, bandz, what you want?
Got the b*tches in the back, but got the truck up in the front
She wanna link just for the night she said she like the way im stylin
b*tch, I'm wit the sh*ts and I'm too fye don't need a hydrant
Never thought a year ago that I'd get paid for rhyming
But now its coming all together, feel like perfect timing

[Chorus]
Step in I'm too clean like I wash and then I rinse
Got the besties all up on me hit em both it just depend
Wake up get real freshie then i do it all again
I'm in the whip she tryna neck me, told her go and get it in
n*gga stack it up
Spin the block a couple times they like what happen huh
Real G, too fly like I'm Alladin huh
Lil shawty in them jeans I know she packin' yeah
Lil Rocket in it, then he disappear like magic huh
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