
no comments - don toliver lyrics
[chorus: don toliver]
this sh*t half ironic
i’m smokin’ chronic
pop one more, might vomit
move quick like i’m sonic, uh
turn off yo comments, uh (don’t read it, babe)
turnin’ off yo comments, yeah (don’t read it, babe)
turnin’ off yo comments (don’t read it, babe)
turnin’ off yo comments (woo)
this sh*t half ironic (ironic)
i’m smokin’ chronic (i’m smokin’)
pop one more, might vomit (uh*huh)
move quick like i’m sonic, uh (uh*huh)
turn off them comments
turnin’ off yo comments, yeah (don’t read it, babe)
turnin’ off yo comments (don’t read it, babe)
turnin’ off yo comments, yeah (don’t read it, babe)
[verse: don toliver]
i’m just tryna get to know you, babe
put your legs on my shoulder, babe
come in ’cause i got more to say
you the main, baker made more today
sold me a putz and i’m off the k
you had me up good, bet i owe you, bae
yeah, i got somethin’ i wanna show you, bae
you doin’ too much, better find your place, ah
oh, when the jackboys bettin’ up the stakes
we come in here to bop, yeah, bop the place
and shawty, she a freak, wanna f*ck my face
i’ll tell you when i’m cummin’ out my nut, okay
don’t read those comments, they got nothin’ to say
don’t read those comments, they got nothin’ to say
they got nothin’ to say
[chorus: don toliver]
this sh*t half ironic
i’m smokin’ chronic
pop one more, might vomit
move quick like i’m sonic, uh
turn off yo comments, uh (don’t read it, babe)
turnin’ off yo comments, yeah (don’t read it, babe)
turnin’ off yo comments (don’t read it, babe)
turnin’ off yo comments (woo)
this sh*t half ironic (ironic)
i’m smokin’ chronic (i’m smokin’)
pop one more, might vomit (uh*huh)
move quick like i’m sonic, uh (uh*huh)
turn off them comments
turnin’ off yo comments, yeah (don’t read it, babe)
turnin’ off yo comments (don’t read it, babe)
turnin’ off yo comments, yeah (don’t read it, babe)
[interlude]
you’re listening to jb2
(this is my station) (yeah)
[outro: bun b]
so if you ain’t [?] baked in, somebody bp yet to pull over
find payphone, have some change
you know what i’m sayin’?
all that typa sh*t just to answer the call
that’s the problem, like we was– we was bakin’ enough money, we had to hope
and we ain’t have n0body to hit ’cause n0body else had them hoes (n*ggas)
they’ll just be a pimp
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