Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Commas , by - Luxury Tax. Release date: 15.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Commas , by - Luxury Tax. Commas |
| Dropped out of school, got tired of makin' honor roll |
| Never been too far, knew I’d go Geronimo |
| My momma always said, «Boy, stay out the drama zone» |
| Since you gon' die alone, just make sure that your commas long |
| Miami waves, summer shade, couple Escapades |
| You never seen a Wraith, been in a Wraith, stay in your lane |
| My foes got me, his friend told me «Money ain’t everything» |
| Threw on my tennis chains, it brightened up my rainy days |
| I’m talking' Californication, she just jumped in the deep end |
| Better translation, that molly got her geekin' |
| A good vacation, got her listenin' to The Weeknd |
| The drugs outdated, looked in the sky, I seen a penguin |
| Threw couple racks at Nina’s, bought her shoes for no reasons |
| She pour my cup, she rolled me up, here for the right reasons |
| Three hoes want me to freak show |
| Leanin', tweakin', had to grab my pistol, check the peephole |
| Don’t trust a soul, that’s what you reach for |
| I knew back then we wasn’t equal |
| Learn from out mistakes, I took care of the wrong people |
| Bitch would leave with everything, you start showin' her that you need her |
| I said Supreme, everything, double C on both sneakers |
| Dropped out of school, got tired of makin' honor roll |
| Never been too far, knew I’d go Geronimo |
| My momma always said, «Boy, stay out the drama zone» |
| Since you gon' die alone, just make sure that your commas long |
| Miami waves, summer shade, couple Escapades |
| You never seen a Wraith, been in a Wraith, stay in your lane |
| My foes got me, his friend told me «Money ain’t everything» |
| Threw on my tennis chains, it brightened up my rainy days |
| Bitch, I’m stylin', Jon Cage |
| Taste of money from my juggs, that’s a fair exchange |
| I been surrounded by them thugs, know they gang bang |
| I been surrounded by them plugs and the same thing |
| Activis, losses I ain’t ever gon' get back |
| Blue jeans, so much it’s swag, keep goin' back |
| Dropped out of, sixteen, said, «PeaceP to the teacher, ain’t never goin' back |
| Head up my ass, gotta get back to stackin' them stacks |
| Presidential Rollie, that’s a dough boy dream |
| The only this is mad because I’m livin' my dream |
| Man, because I’m winnin' like I’m Charlie Sheen |
| Takin' beans to the extreme, goin' big things |
| Dropped out of school, got tired of makin' honor roll |
| Never been too far, knew I’d go Geronimo |
| My momma always said, «Boy, stay out the drama zone» |
| Since you gon' die alone, just make sure that your commas long |
| Miami waves, summer shade, couple Escapades |
| You never seen a Wraith, been in a Wraith, stay in your lane |
| My foes got me, his friend told me «Money ain’t everything» |
| Threw on my tennis chains, it brightened up my rainy days |
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|---|---|
| My Way | 2019 |
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| Money Machine | 2019 |
| Count Up | 2019 |
| Law | 2019 |
| Sorbet | 2019 |
| Seeing Things | 2019 |
| Always | 2016 |
| Luxury Love | 2019 |
| Pints Bricks ft. Southside | 2018 |
| Dope Spot | 2019 |