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Turner & Tion Wayne – No Comment Lyrics

No Comment Freestyle Lyrics By Turner & Tion Wayne

You don’t know how it feel
We expose the fake from the real
All this cash, man, I don’t need the roads
But I still stay out here for the thrill
Said she ain’t a hoe, baby girl, that’s cap
But we let her roll ’cause she make it clap
Team too real, when the feds ask questions we don’t even know where we hid them waps

Don’t ask what happened (Oi)
All I know ’bout no comment (Oi)
Bag of these clowns in the comments
When I see them in flesh, not on it
This ting wanna fuck but my wap no diet
If you won’t hold it, stop tryin’ (Mm-mm)
It bangs that pop but it’s not, man’s riding (Mm-mm)
But you won’t ride, stop lying
When they see T Wayne no weapon
You should see their face expression
When we was low, no waps, just cheffin’
Now we just shoot, David Beckham (Woo)
[?] (Uh)
Watch me stack up a mil, still reppin’ (Uh)
Touch one of mine, I’ll lose it
[?] back out the ting then shoot it
Penthouse with a chocolate one
T Wayne told me “I love this one”
Anybody touch my ones, make a man bust my gun
Fill up the ting, let it fly and spark
Pull up to the dance and buy out the bar
She already know who we are
Now your bae wanna try out the car

You don’t know how it feel
We expose the fake from the real
All this cash, man, I don’t need the roads
But I still stay out here for the thrill
Said she ain’t a hoe, baby girl, that’s cap
But we let her roll ’cause she make it clap
Team too real, when the feds ask questions we don’t even know where we hid them waps

3×3 cause problems
Gang move mad on the wing like Bronson
All the opp boys talk nonsense
Got enough waps for a group, that’s options
True say, man’s got fans, me and bro
Everyone clock man’s pole (Mm-mm)
Five man deep in the T right now but the location unknown
I was straight off the wing, did scheming
Look for a opp then chief him
Them days, I had no P’s in
Licked off the food, then dealing
I don’t do online cussing
My bredrins ride out, big Russian
Ten on the block, they’ll [?] him
[?] back out then touch him
[?] in the spinner
You don’t wanna get dropped like litter
Man got waps in the ends
And bro left [?] with a chocolate ting, no Kinder
Opp turn singer, online hitter
Did all the dirt for the ‘gram and Twitter
Got sweets in the ting
Make a opp turn pack, now I rap and a opp turn bitter

You don’t know how it feel
We expose the fake from the real
All this cash, man, I don’t need the roads
But I still stay out here for the thrill
Said she ain’t a hoe, baby girl, that’s cap
But we let her roll ’cause she make it clap
Team too real, when the feds ask questions we don’t even know where we hid them waps