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l.e.p bogus boys – commas lyrics

[hook: ma$e]
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 n-gga, we ain’t talking no bands n-gga
we ain’t talking no bands n-gga, we ain’t talking no bands n-gga
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 n-gga, we ain’t talking no bands n-gga
we ain’t talking no bands n-gga, we ain’t talking no bands

[verse 1: moonie]
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
n-ggas say they cold, just a little bit under the weather
i mean, you done sh-ts y’all leathers, get your sh-t together
i gave you n-ggas some time, now i got a vendetta
d-mn n-ggas is basic, with the chapagne imported
possoms get arranged and then they get recorded
see them diamonds they dance n-gga, f-cking up your plans n-gga
feel like david ruffin, cause we ain’t talking no bands n-gga

[hook]

[verse 2: lil wayne]
p-ssy n-gga i hope you loosin sleep
that old money still new to me
i take a shower with a s-xy 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 n-ggas like an id
commas after my commas, try me n-gga that’s trauma
find p-ssy hairs in my vomit
i’m the don not imus, me and them broke n-ggas
we ain’t got nothing in common
i promise i’ll never go broke, and never break that promise

[hook]

[verse 3: count]
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 t–th in
you got guns, we got guns, f-ck it n-gga, 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 b-tches know i’m checkin bags
like airport security
i got commas after commas, all in that order
while you n-ggas chasing bands like concert promoters

[hook]

- l e p bogus boys lyrics

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