Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Commas, artist - L.E.P. Bogus Boys
Date of issue: 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 |