Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Commas , by - L.E.P. Bogus BoysRelease date: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Commas |
| I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas |
| I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas |
| I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas, money |
| We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands nigga |
| We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands nigga |
| I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas, money |
| I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas |
| We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands nigga |
| We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands |
| I got polo on my body, but I’m talking ferarri |
| White girl in the party, mary jane won’t you meet molly |
| Couldn’t feel no better, hunned thous on my sweater |
| Niggas say they cold, just a little bit under the weather |
| I mean, you done shits y’all leathers, get your shit together |
| I gave you niggas some time, now I got a vendetta |
| Damn niggas is basic, with the chapagne imported |
| Possoms get arranged and then they get recorded |
| See them diamonds they dance nigga, fucking up your plans nigga |
| Feel like David Ruffin, cause we ain’t talking no bands nigga |
| Pussy nigga I hope you loosin sleep |
| That old money still new to me |
| I take a shower with a sexy broad |
| I put a thousand on a debit card |
| Birdman, let me hold a million bucks |
| He gave it to me, didn’t even asked for what |
| Yeah, that’s how we do ymcmb, yeah |
| Checkin niggas like an ID |
| Commas after my commas, try me nigga that’s trauma |
| Find pussy hairs in my vomit |
| I’m the don not Imus, me and them broke niggas |
| We ain’t got nothing in common |
| I promise I’ll never go broke, and never break that promise |
| I’m in the hood on defense, my range rover is a v10 |
| Locked up in this county jail, can’t post bail cuz it’s the weekend |
| Got a pretty lil redbone, I can’t wait to sink my teeth in |
| You got guns, we got guns, fuck it nigga, it’s beef then |
| Yeah boy I got young mula, keep a couple them young shooters |
| We the one we aiming them choppers at |
| My pockets fat like the young Luther |
| Can’t afford this jewelry, put their chains towards gratuity |
| Yeah these bitches know I’m checkin bags |
| Like airport security |
| I got commas after commas, all in that order |
| While you niggas chasing bands like concert promoters |