COMMANDO Logic (Ft. G-Eazy)
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[Intro: Logic]
(Let that boy breathe)
[Chorus: Logic & G-Eazy]
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don't stop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don't stop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don't stop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don't stop (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Logic]
You got a Rolex but can't tell the time 'cause you stupid as fuck (Let that boy breathe)
Don't fuck around, bitch I do what I love, yes I do what I want (Yes, I do what I want)
Uh, hit up my homie T-Money, he supply the weed for the blunt
Yeah, hit up my homie T-Money, he supply the weed for the month (Ayy)
I do it all, do what I want and I go where I want, but can't go to the mall (But can't go to the mall)
'Cause if I did, they'd shut that bitch down like
Rap Justin Bieber, best believe, when I'm around, they go crazy They go crazy, ride this dick girl, don't get lazy like "Oh!"
That shit they love, right? (Ayy, ayy)
PLP, but keep that in the glove, right? (Ayy, ayy)
Michael Jackson on these hoes, you know I keep a glove (Hee-hee) Boss up like Lando, like Donald Glove
Yeah, my girl go commando, you know I love (You)
Light the scented candle, then you know I grub (Know I grub) Can't fuck with no basic bitch who want a thug
Bobby sell albums, no he don't sell drugs (Let that boy breathe)
(Let that boy breathe)
[Chorus: Logic & G-Eazy]
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don't stop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don't stop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don't stop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don't stop (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Logic]
You got a Rolex but can't tell the time 'cause you stupid as fuck (Let that boy breathe)
Don't fuck around, bitch I do what I love, yes I do what I want (Yes, I do what I want)
Uh, hit up my homie T-Money, he supply the weed for the blunt
Yeah, hit up my homie T-Money, he supply the weed for the month (Ayy)
I do it all, do what I want and I go where I want, but can't go to the mall (But can't go to the mall)
'Cause if I did, they'd shut that bitch down like
Rap Justin Bieber, best believe, when I'm around, they go crazy They go crazy, ride this dick girl, don't get lazy like "Oh!"
That shit they love, right? (Ayy, ayy)
PLP, but keep that in the glove, right? (Ayy, ayy)
Michael Jackson on these hoes, you know I keep a glove (Hee-hee) Boss up like Lando, like Donald Glove
Yeah, my girl go commando, you know I love (You)
Light the scented candle, then you know I grub (Know I grub) Can't fuck with no basic bitch who want a thug
Bobby sell albums, no he don't sell drugs (Let that boy breathe)
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