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2nd in command - down down down lyrics

chorus (2nd):

i’m a god in this mother f+cking state (no way!)
you a fraud if you talking down to me
pull up with an opp, you cannot resuscitate
b+tch, i got a squad, and we packing more than tape
chase him round round round round round
we gon’ hunt him down down down down down
his girl getting loud loud loud loud loud
won’t let her love me down down down down down
verse 1 (2nd):

got a jf, joyfriend goals, they wearing lip gloss
i don’t f+ck with your amigos, we keep lips locked
loose lips sink ships, hitting l!cks does not
rainbow gems for the rainbow man on my wristw+tch
gf big on tiktok, promoting if sh+t knocks
you hold up your big opps, kind of a mistake
you get ionized, cuz i’m victorious when sh+t faced
switchblade in your ribcage, get sh+t straight
i’m a f+cking super soldier, powered by my talent
i know me just being in the room makе a f+cking imbalance
you’re drowning inside your chalicе, i’m thriving swimming with sharks
sorry, homie, you don’t have the heart
you just don’t have the art

chorus (2nd):

she gon f+ck me for my fashion
i don’t know sh+t bout no fashion
let the 9 slip, what’s happening?
said you ain’t fed, then why you askin?
hol up
roll up, yea
i can’t do this sh+t without a smoker, uh
i’m so sorry, mama, i’m a smoker, uh
i love that packy, love that exotic
uh, what’s that smell? chronic
i know it smell like sh+t (yea)
but i f+cking love it (yea)
and why he talk on this? (yea)
oh no, he do not want it (yea)
these bullets blow your dome off
that chopper fast like sonic
i just got him, blew like sonic
all this sh+t boy, you can’t top it

chorus (2nd):

you smell death, we packing sickles
my squad got the sickest sigils
old school loves cuz i’m a b+tchin minstrel
travel through time, i ain’t got no wrinkles
believe it, sonny, f+ck with me, you won’t be breathing, sonny
packing ice, but she anemic, sonny
i don’t need no barbie, every squad that i ain’t leading funny
stick to me like she a bee to honey
line that b+tch in chalk, you’re an art project
dior what i got on, i got sick prospects
it’s obvious, flier then the comets
english teachers worried bout the wrong commas, i’m lit
cracking eggs like an omelet, h0m+phobes offset
askin if my d+ck’s like a missle, more like a rocket
always hit the target, stamping out the snakes
if you f+ck with me, your career gon die today

- 2nd in command lyrics

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