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Commas (Remix) Lyrics by Audio Push

[Verse 1]
Let's fuck up some commas
I promise that we ain't got nothing in common
She pull up on you and she stay with that drama
She pull up on me and she lay in pajamas
I do this shit random, do what I wanna
Roll marijuana, smack her ass while she cookin' lasagna
Make her switch it, gotta watch the iguanas
Niggas bitches, man, I call 'em Jewannas
I know you know about my reputation
I know you finish on me, love when you see me on the streets
Dawg, unless you hate! I know you know I went
To the School of Hard knots just to get that education
Know you messy hoes all in my snapchat and instagram investigator
Warren G, I'm finna get the regulatin'
Use the blue drink for the elevation
And my new thing with no registration
Vrrum vrrum like the kid through
My nigga Diddie Dom touchdown cuz his moms got to see his kids too
That's the type of shit we cheers to
See the snakes in the rearview
Tittie jakes, we don't hear you
Or we hear you and it's just not addin' up
Playin' these politics, I had enough
Goin' the passport, I had it rough
Now my body and passport tatted up
When we hear you we fast forward, now you stuck
This shit is just really not what you think
You should really stop, I'm after meals like a Philly cop
My girl TLS chilly hot, come through with that silly top
Got my toast coolin' in benji socks
BL dubby got the city locked
Hit New York and threw my (?)
Betta yet, hit my milly walk
That's how I really ride
I perfected the plan, you watch on demand
I got checks on demand
I got connect that they connected the fam
Now we seein' more commas, they exit exams
And respect the demand

[Hook break]

[Verse 2]
Yo, I'm acting, I'm a fool wid it
Laid back so I can cruise fully
Signed to Gaffin and got right to rappin'
And they ain't even know what to do with us
Got it right and brought my crew with me
Now these women actin' too silly
Now these shows goin' too stupid
They say I'm on like it's news to me
Before Blackberry and the size grow
Before all that, switched to iPhones
Befo' yo chick got on my bone
And her number got on my phone
People told us that we couldn't do it
Then we did it twice and got us looking stupid
Zero contributions to accomplishments
Just insecurities and talking shit
A lotta talkie talk and never walking it, tho
I see an open spot and park in that hoe
I walk up in the mall and buy a lotta flame
I do that cuz I couldn't do that befo
Stupid spendin' when yo crew is winnin'
Second laps, well that's a new beginning
Rantin' bands befo' half these rappers where rockin' with us
Rappin' like they don't know what happened to em
I made it back, became the captain
Bring the camera, this that action
I be Mike or Pickle Jackson
Understand you payed it back
And you ready now, let's get it crackin'
Oh, that's yo baby momma
She rollin' that body, yeah
You don't want no pro'lems
Ova what she wanna do in private
Now drop it, really that nigga
Really that really that nigga
I don't see it gettin' bigger
Understand it's exactly how the squad planned it to be
The biggest on this planet
Brought my brothers and my team with me
Family ova the greenery
Only real ones, people scenery
I don't care who don't agree with me
Easily, I be the coldest nigga, on my momma
Promise yo favorite rapper don't want drama
And if they do, grab my phone, call my squad up
I'm fuckin' up you, yo homies and these commas

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