Commentz歌词-Tsumyoki&Kidd Mange

Commentz歌词由Tsumyoki&Kidd Mange演唱，出自专辑《Way Too Messy (Explicit)》，下面是《Commentz》完整版歌词！

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I finna kick it and whip it into the vicinity

I can't invite you I'm sorry

You ain't the vibe

Your energy barely alive

I think I'm sick of all the talking

I could amaze yall

Give you something you could pray for

you still treat me like an option

I just keep bawsing

45 up in the morning

Middle fingers to the comments

They tryna tell me what to do but i just got hits on my mind

So I'm finna snooze straight up on all of these losers, stick to my grind

They be distractions I just move past ‘em

I don't time for no debate

I'm tryna get sauce on my plate then i let it rain

They getting mad cause I don't reply but that ain't the vibe that I'm tryna chase

I hit the road fast when I'm with the guys ahead of the lies the spit in my face

I just be all in my bag, ain't no time for the gram

I'm working in silence, I put in all my shit pile, surprise em then i go bang

Sick of these internet gangsters

I get right but they switching my angles

I can't decide, i just think its a gamble

Back in my mind, this shit is a scandal

One wrong move and I get cancelled

2 strikes and they changing the channel

3 strikes and they switch sides

you get balled out, now you just an example

They want you perfect

I'll have you know that im dropping these jaws when they look at my verses

And that is my purpose

10 outta 10 when you testing me that is for certain

I take out a serpant and burn em

Look in the mirror, i see only competition

that's a mindset to go further

I'll give you something you ain't ever heard of

2 years then this game getting murdered

I finna kick it and whip it into the vicinity

I can't invite you I'm sorry

You ain't the vibe

Your energy barely alive

I think I'm sick of all the talking

I could amaze yall

Give you something you could pray for

you still treat me like an option

I just keep bawsing

45 up in the morning

Middle fingers to the comments

I'm done with this stupid clout

Gotta double it down on the music now

So I finna bring it and kill it I'm going places

When they see me they moving out

Everybody tell me

All my life I been fighting I ain't never giving up

You try holding us down middle fingers up

While they doubting we counting these figures up

Lemme tell you something

I know you know these bitches be praying that we slipping

been picking up winning they hissing

They say we missing but the hate never hitting

No it ain't hittin

And I know they saw the flow blow up and they switching

They be talking that shit but they listen

Ain't competing but they always gone pitch in

They stabbing your back till you catching

That fat stack pass that and

They slashing you banned by that pack

They ain't stand with you

While they capping to you I be snapping fool

they chatting with you if you catching the views

Abuse you if you ain't pack the tools

Nowadays all the music don't matter too

People shaking they ass and they grab some blues

Everyone wanting the beef they never be weighing the stakes though

Ego never letting no mistakes go

We don't even settle if the plate full

Grateful my homies be faithful

I done did enough time with the snakes though

We the real foe in this game mode so I really be praying for these fake ho's

I finna kick it and whip it into the vicinity

I can't invite you I'm sorry

You ain't the vibe

Your energy barely alive

I think I'm sick of all the talking

I could amaze yall

Give you something you could pray for

you still treat me like an option

I just keep bawsing

45 up in the morning

Middle fingers to the comments