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officialakj - commas lyrics

[intro]
yee yee
b+tch, i be ballin’ like a clipper
the choppa get to aiming on his hoodie like zipper
n+gga i don’t play no games i keep it real just like the liquor
rockin’ louie slippers always keep the pole just like a stripper
just like you said a poem, yeah that choppa get to snappin’
this ain’t no mumba jumba yea a n+gga really rappin’
sum like a peanut way a n+gga get to cracking
pop the n+gga like a soda if i catch a n+gga lacking
b+tch, hold up, my money longer than the eiffel
shoutout my brother ian yea you know he keep the rifle
23 bands b+tch i ain’t talkin’ michael
only got blue bills pockets looking like the bible
glizzy with the scope and you think the sh+t plasma
you don’t want no smoke like a n+gga that got asthma
steady chasin’ paper, gettin’ money, whatchu think
you can call me yao ming cause i stay up in the bank
day ones only new n+ggas gotta dip
diamond chain shining sum like the vegas strip
only got blue strips but a n+gga ain’t a crip
you can just call me shakira semi lyin’ by the hip
all my n+ggas pull up with 4+0s like we asian
tryna steal my sauce then i just call you plankton
b+tches keep trippin’ like they on vacation
took her to the room there ain’t no conversation
b+tch its ak motherf+ckin’ j
n+ggas twitter talkin’ come and say it to my face
choppa light a n+gga up like he tryna find his way
you can call me penny cause a n+gga spit his heart away
n+gga makin’ all this money while these bodies be droppin’
i call these b+tches kangaroo the way they always be hoppin’
and n+ggas think i’m being phony with the sh+t i be coppin’
i’m poppin’ all my n+ggas ballin’ no they ain’t never stoppin’ (b+tch)
prayed to god this rap sh+t make my momma proud
me and macca goin’ crazy pops would calm us down
my brothers smokin’ on that kush that jamaican loud
i’m just runnin’ up a check got these commas now
prayed to god this rap sh+t make my momma proud
me and macca goin’ crazy pops would calm us down
my brothers smokin’ on that kush that jamaican loud
i’m just runnin’ up a check got these commas now. (b+tch)

- officialakj lyrics

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