Download Slump6s – Commas MP3
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Slump6s Commas lyrics;
I’m on a whole ‘nother plane, take that lil’ ho to the moon
Swervin’ a whole different lane, nigga, I get so high, yeah, I’m booted
And if he tryna reach for my chain, nigga dyin’, as soon as you move it
.223, gon’ give him migraine, Twitter typin’, through a computer
[Chorus]
Ayy, we get high then nod off
This gang, came from the bottom, my brother done let a ‘hunnid shots off (Yeah)
Cause, these niggas don’t want no problems, Blow a hunnid-fifty, on some Prada
Finna rock all out like Nirvana, I’m rockin’ all black, like I’m Donda, yeah
I don’t want that bitch, yeah, I want her momma (Yeah)
We got niggas sick, whole gang counting commas
Yeah, we them niggas, that we put it on yeah, turn a hatin’ nigga, to a goner
[Verse]
Saw yo’ text, hope you know I read that, said, “I’m always gon get my get-back”
I just count my money, and I sit back
Brudda like, “When you started to sip Act?”
What you said? Bitch, I hope you meant that, niggas change up, I don’t get that
Know I left once watch them spin back, I’m a real nigga, bitch, I been that
And I got shooters, in the field nigga, where them sticks at?
I said, “Fuck it, I’ma do shit DOLO”
In the desert, I ain’t have this shit, I ain’t have no drip, I was rockin’ Polo
Told my Momma, “I don’t do this shit, you don’t gotta trip”, I’ma bring the dough home
Rather get the pack, and make it flip, all my niggas rich, all you niggas bored home
[Chorus]
Ayy, we get high then nod off
This gang, came from the bottom, my brother done let a ‘hunnid shots off (Yeah)
Cause, these niggas don’t want no problems (Woo, woo), Blow a hunnid-fifty, on some Prada
Finna rock all out like Nirvana (Woo, woo), I’m rockin’ all black, like I’m Donda, yeah
I don’t want that bitch, yeah, I want her momma (Yeah)
We got niggas sick, whole gang counting commas
Yeah, we them niggas, that we put it on yeah, turn a hatin’ nigga, to a goner
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