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Command

Sippin red & purple got me feeling like a raptors fan
Shemagh around head gun in my hand like I’m from Pakistan
How you step on niggas you ain’t

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

of vagina
I always feel that it would harm me

Maybe we'll do sex on the beach
Or you're more of a coffee person
Your mother was a printer just

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

I get that pussy on command
I'm the man
(I'm the muthafckn man)
Stop chasing them hoes Boy
Start running yo bands
Her head cold
Blow harder than

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

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

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

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

take me to the finish line?

Your wish is my command 
Baby, I can take it, baby, I can take it 
Your wish is my command
Baby, I can do it, baby, I

a soldier in a foreign fight
Will I see the light of day or am I gonna die tonight
I'm a soldier and I'm waiting for commands
And my pocket's full of sand

In a fete we whinin up
Fall in line with all you ravers
Proceed with no behavior


Hook 2

Bad Gyal Brigade
I command You
To Misbehave

VS2

Veteran

a stand
You are in full command

It's your day
Every moment the last play

The game of life will always win
The line between very thin
Force the hand, take

No Man's Land
At His command
The middle ground
The upper hand
This might get bad
Chain mail clad
Few allies found
And fewer stand
There are less

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