| I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas
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| I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas
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| I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas, money
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| We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands nigga
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| We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands nigga
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| I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas, money
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| I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas
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| We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands nigga
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| We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands
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| I got polo on my body, but I’m talking ferarri
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| White girl in the party, mary jane won’t you meet molly
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| Couldn’t feel no better, hunned thous on my sweater
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| Niggas say they cold, just a little bit under the weather
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| I mean, you done shits y’all leathers, get your shit together
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| I gave you niggas some time, now I got a vendetta
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| Damn niggas is basic, with the chapagne imported
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| Possoms get arranged and then they get recorded
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| See them diamonds they dance nigga, fucking up your plans nigga
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| Feel like David Ruffin, cause we ain’t talking no bands nigga
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| Pussy nigga I hope you loosin sleep
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| That old money still new to me
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| I take a shower with a sexy broad
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| I put a thousand on a debit card
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| Birdman, let me hold a million bucks
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| He gave it to me, didn’t even asked for what
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| Yeah, that’s how we do ymcmb, yeah
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| Checkin niggas like an ID
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| Commas after my commas, try me nigga that’s trauma
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| Find pussy hairs in my vomit
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| I’m the don not Imus, me and them broke niggas
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| We ain’t got nothing in common
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| I promise I’ll never go broke, and never break that promise
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| I’m in the hood on defense, my range rover is a v10
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| Locked up in this county jail, can’t post bail cuz it’s the weekend
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| Got a pretty lil redbone, I can’t wait to sink my teeth in
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| You got guns, we got guns, fuck it nigga, it’s beef then
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| Yeah boy I got young mula, keep a couple them young shooters
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| We the one we aiming them choppers at
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| My pockets fat like the young Luther
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| Can’t afford this jewelry, put their chains towards gratuity
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| Yeah these bitches know I’m checkin bags
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| Like airport security
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| I got commas after commas, all in that order
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| While you niggas chasing bands like concert promoters |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Commas , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album Lil Tunechi 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп