commas

I don't want any of the drama
I don't wanna read through any of the comments
I just wanna thumb, through some commas
You don't want a problem, keep it Dalai Lama
I found a way (A way)
You stay away (A way)
Bitch I might be coming for your mama
Pick her up and take her on the road like she lhana
This ain't a game ESPN
Bitch don't cross me like pedestrian
She a Spanish ting oh muy bien
Get a little drink and then we dance

Wait, wait
Look at her waist waist
That girl my taste, taste
I watch her wave, I watch her wave
Wait, wait
Look at her waist waist
That girl my taste, taste
I watch her wave, I watch her wave

Spending time working on it (Working on it)
Come on girl, put on in me (Put it on me)
This ain't no debate
You're swimming through my brain
I know your run game, you always know just what to say
Eye brows raised your way
Why you on display?
Hold up, now imma get you
Slowed down, just for the picture
Oh wow, she's got a mister
Oh wow, he gonna miss her
So don't tell me to

Wait, wait
Look at her waist waist
That girl my taste, taste
I watch her wave, I watch her wave
Wait, wait
Look at her waist waist
That girl my taste, taste
I watch her wave, I watch her wave



Credits
Writer(s): Mario Colandrea
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