Papijayrod - Poof Magic Lyrics

We gon' tax him
Yeah we going up we gon' tax em
Niggas going up we gon tax em

If he outta town we gon tax him
I get Anything I want
Like Aladdin
Tell her ride the wave
Carpet magic
Take out one of mine
It get tragic
My bitch rock my headband jockin' fashion
All natural what she tote ain't shooting plastic
A million thots but to me
You the baddest
Oh and where my dope at
In a mattress
She used to dubb me
Now she on me
Check the status
Chain shining on stage
Lights flashing
Say you number one
We on yo head top
20 piece a nigga till his damn
Head knot
Me and shorty play wrestle
In a head lock
Give her diamonds
No pebbles make her bedrock
I can make the trap do numbers
I can hit the charts do numbers
I can get yo bitch
Doing handstands
Same thing for a brick
Do a backflip
Give a damn blowing
Dope in traffic
These hoes nothing
Flick the wood on her ash it
Money blower don't spend
It on her cash it
Bought a blicky so you
Know I'm bout' the action
Cheat code to the game
Button mashing
She want me all in it rock expensive fabrics
Brain so good
Head on schoolastics
Put the tool to his fitted
Did a hat trick
Finesse a nigga ha poof
That's magic
Finesse a nigga ha poof
That's magic