COMMAS 10cellphones
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[Intro]
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, uh
Damn (Oh, TECHNOLOGY)
[Chorus]
Run up on 'em, run up (Run up, oh, oh)
Niggas scary, ain't worry, I ain't puttin' my gun up (My gun up, no, gun up, no)
Rang the bell like I went on a drill, I don't fuck with no colors (Fuck with no colors, oh, oh)
I run up the racks whenever I shop, I don't look at numbers (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I keep a condom
I need a couple M's and no more baby mommas (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Just blocked my old bitch on my line, she chasin' drama (Oh-oh, oh-oh, o-oh, no drama)
I'm out the mud but ain't shit changed, I'm chasin' commas (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I'm out the way, might hit Miami and then Bahamas
[Verse]
Go mode, you know I ain't playin', that young nigga get to them racks (Oh-oh, racks)
This .40 on me, I ain't worryin' 'bout a thing, the fifty-round drum in the mag' (Oh-oh, yeah)
Hunnid-ball on me, you fuck 'bout a chain, you dyin' if you wanna snatch (You dyin')
You broke as hell, that's what you get (Die)
You starvin', he need a baguette (You broke)
You starvin', you need a baguette (You starvin', go)
He starvin', he need a baguette (Starve, go)
I spеnt all my neck on baguettes (Go, go), damn
You can tеll that I'm gettin' a check (You can tell)
Foreign bitch with me, check
Shawty real nasty, check (Go, go, check)
She gettin' annoying like, "Next" (Next)
Baby, honest, I just want the sex
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, uh
Damn (Oh, TECHNOLOGY)
[Chorus]
Run up on 'em, run up (Run up, oh, oh)
Niggas scary, ain't worry, I ain't puttin' my gun up (My gun up, no, gun up, no)
Rang the bell like I went on a drill, I don't fuck with no colors (Fuck with no colors, oh, oh)
I run up the racks whenever I shop, I don't look at numbers (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I keep a condom
I need a couple M's and no more baby mommas (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Just blocked my old bitch on my line, she chasin' drama (Oh-oh, oh-oh, o-oh, no drama)
I'm out the mud but ain't shit changed, I'm chasin' commas (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I'm out the way, might hit Miami and then Bahamas
[Verse]
Go mode, you know I ain't playin', that young nigga get to them racks (Oh-oh, racks)
This .40 on me, I ain't worryin' 'bout a thing, the fifty-round drum in the mag' (Oh-oh, yeah)
Hunnid-ball on me, you fuck 'bout a chain, you dyin' if you wanna snatch (You dyin')
You broke as hell, that's what you get (Die)
You starvin', he need a baguette (You broke)
You starvin', you need a baguette (You starvin', go)
He starvin', he need a baguette (Starve, go)
I spеnt all my neck on baguettes (Go, go), damn
You can tеll that I'm gettin' a check (You can tell)
Foreign bitch with me, check
Shawty real nasty, check (Go, go, check)
She gettin' annoying like, "Next" (Next)
Baby, honest, I just want the sex
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