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Like I'm standing on a printer every line I drop is fax
(It's all fax sway)
So run it back baby, run it back again
If you and I were lovers then I cannot

a sinner, lines flow out like a printer

Woodshop
Ay, songs so big surpass the troposphere
Got plenty bitches, don't need acyclovir
OKC, traffic jam, call it

a printer
Buckle the belt with a Gucci airbag
Case we crash in a spinner
Line em up, line em up
All brands one after one
We all know who's the winner
Black X6

try to read in between the lines
Lines are getting blurry like the printer when the ink is dry
But I still try to drain your blues and refill your shine

and sisters from around the world in the latest crisis
But instead explode with rage when an extra page comes out of the printer containing the one line
"Please

on a long line
Like Bobby
Then boys some printers right?
They copy
Go go get away from me
Ima flex my heart til cardiac arrest me
I can’t breathe
Almost died

that dope in a sprinter
I count the money like printers
I will not lose im a winner
Rock that Northface for the winter
ACG Boots for the winter
Helly

another printer
One day imma be the breadwinner
One day imma be the breadwinner
One day imma be the breadwinner
One day imma be the breadwinner
One day imma

A frozen meadow in the dead of the night

Printer's devil moves the type
A killer letter that's dead inside
Printer's devil put down the line

God is silent

Been a while but I'm back again
On crack and Xans, boom bap again

Facts no printer, ink to spend
I'm king again, for a week and then

I'll pop

Ima get the bag with my niggas & that's facts like a printer, all these niggas tryna copy
All these niggas tryna copy
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Aye
Ima get

vibe
Cuz with the right line I could make your Life Right yeah
With the right line I could make your Life Right yeah
Tell me you gon' slide out to my

tryna diss me
But still ain't hit me
Line em up he crispy he must been drunk or tipsy
Printer that don't even print that lil bitch just ain't shit
Her

shoot you with a gun made with a printer
It gets triggered every single day, so I call this stick twitter
No, I am not ketamine, but my drip makes you

a wage where steam makes you cry
Leave it all behind for floors that stick and sticks that strike in time

Page the printers
I've found the lines
Send your

So much to see
Don't have the time
Circumvent my body
All out of line

And we take it
Too seriously
So we fake it
Deliriously

Get a job
A place that

the time
Oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
I spent all my money
At that blues and bougie bar
Double whiskey and cigar
But I never made it far
On printers alley

on me, she gotta relax
Getting this paper, no printer, fasho cause it's fax
I said it's facts, hunnid the racks, dripped to the max
We never lack, dressed

I'm so rare like an artifact
Go ahead and try to find another one like me you cant yeah that's a fact
You printer copy yeah I'm the fax uh
I'm so

a non-target
You shop at Walmart
I secure this shit like Paul Blart
They know that I'm the hallmark
Hook, line, and sinker
Hit another blinker
I like her so I

Your bring your feet in step with mine
Pull me back outside
And ask me for a favor

How could I possibly decline
You're my only line
To the other thirty

Too ambitious for all my goals
Million Dollar Dreams, just plant 'em hope they grow
Inkin' checks on the printer, had to let the goofies know
If they

Cogs turn on themselves
Pistons go back and forth
Mechanisms shake the bells
There's no place for sloth

Chainsaws cut down the trees
Printers are

We go hard (Yeah)
You don't hear
We go hard
Put the treble on the bass line
We don't waste time
On a straight line We go hard
We go hard (Go hard)