NO COMMENTS (feat. Don Toliver)

JACKBOYS

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    This shit 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 shit 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)

    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 fuck 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

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    This shit 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 shit 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)

    You're listening to JB2
    (This is my station) (yeah)

    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 shit 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 nobody to hit 'cause nobody else had them hoes (niggas)
    They'll just be a pimp

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