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magician - young jaays lyrics

[chorus]
aye, yeah, just being real, f*ck all these n*ggas (f*ck em)
aye, p*ssy boy get out my face, uh, if you ain’t talking bout figures
aye, i was in the trap, sweaty lo tee, off drugs busting traps with my n*ggas (yeah)
and you know i’m still pressing 5 for the guys, for my n*ggas that’s locked in that system (yeah)
and it ain’t nun to get you fried on the guys, one call my man frizzy gon’ get you (frizzy)
but i call him “backdoor houdini”, he’ll make you disappear just like a magician (d*mn)
you know i made your b*tch eat my kids and i told that lil’ b*tch that sh*t good nutrition
aye, yeah, that ain’t fendi facts, n*gga that’s looking like fiction (aye)

[verse]
aye, i’m giving my all just to kick that b*tch out but i said “baby you cannot kick it”
but she said “young jaay you really so dope in real life baby onе more time can i just l!ck it?”
aye, any problеm that i came across, wasn’t bout’ sh*t to fix it (oh yeah?)
ever seen a glock turn to a fully? it ain’t bout’ sh*t to switch it (aye)
switch it up, switch it up, yeah
bl!ck it up, bl!ck it up, yeah
i got my tooly tucked, yeah
tell my young n*gga shoot it up, yeah
i just f*cked on a b*tch from the other side, i told that hoe to just boot it up, yeah
more than dumb if you shoot at us, yeah
blast em (aye)
who your friend? i want that one (what?)
not that one, that one (aye)
got more b*tches than a classroom, yeah
i f*cked your b*tch in the bathroom, yeah
he kept wolfing on the net, then the next thing you know then that sh*t done got bad for him, yeah
these n*ggas can’t shoot they got bad form, yeah (bad form)
no way
[chorus]
aye, yeah, just being real, f*ck all these n*ggas
aye, p*ssy boy get out my face, uh, if you ain’t talking bout figures
aye, i was in the trap, sweaty lo tee, off drugs busting traps with my n*ggas (yeah)
and you know i’m still pressing 5 for the guys, for my n*ggas that’s locked in that system (yeah)
and it ain’t nun to get you fried on the guys, one call my man frizzy gon’ get you
but i call him “backdoor houdini”, he’ll make you disappear just like a magician (aye)
you know i made your b*tch eat my kids and i told that lil’ b*tch that sh*t good nutrition
aye, yeah, that ain’t fendi facts, n*gga that’s looking like fiction (aye)

- young jaays lyrics

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