Commas lyrics

by

Tyler Kinng


[Verse 1]
Drop this motherf*cking pus*y
Bad like a motherf*cking savage
I got my glot and my bands
Two of my bands in my vent
I got that lean like a berry
Stacking that bread like no belly
Take your percentage and sell it
I put your jordans on Craig list
Putting this di*k in your baby momma
Just cause her ass fat like a hump
Ima be on it like
She wet like a but slim diploma
Buy her a bottle buy me some condoms
b*tches be waiting to lick the butter
I done got paid this came the problem
Eating that pus*y no enchilada
Pull up test
Raise my leg head on her breast
How was ur birthday lil n*gga
We sending out bullets as presents
Can’t even find a b*tch hotspot
Saying they n*ggas under arrest
Just bout to send your b*tch a message
But bout to tell her we bout to f*ck up on demand
[Chorus]
n*gga f*ck come up
Finna give your b*tch the lumber
I just leave it for a come up
Finna f*ck me on some commas
Im just looking for a come up
Finna give your b*tch a
Im just looking for some come ups
Finna f*ck me on some commas

[Verse 2]
Dump this off n*gga mf soul train
I got that juice ain't no 2Pac
I got that stuck to my tank top
pus*y pus*y n*gga walk away cause pus*y n*gga wanna play
28grand going let go gotta four pus*y n*gga no way
Ima pull up in a dry route
n*gga where the f*cking nose at
n*gga like a burried like a pitcher
Ima tell lil n*gga ima have to hold it
Is it a pus*y getting popped like paullette
Talking bout my sweater where it’s cold at
Talking to lil n*gga with no neck
pus*y got my name on it ima get a bone at it
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