TrackFingers - No Comment Lyrics

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Imma turn off my comments
Cause f*ck all that talkin
F*ck all that non sense

Love it when her hair's done
Her toes done, nails polished
Wouldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Motherf*cker just be honest
And the girl that just hit my phone
Yeah she built like a goddess

When I get on the track I'm snappin
Dreads hang like a rasta
Your friends are imaginary
I'm callin' up fosters
Sunset with a view
And a few girls by the pool
Yeah she want me tonight
You know I'm playin it cool

TF I'm captain
My girl the baddest
Make movies, that action
Whip, the fastest
My grind, ain't slackin
Music, my passion
Timeless, my fashion
23, no passin

Forgiveness over permission
Run it up you in your feelings
Wake up get to the millions
She on FaceTime givin' me kisses
With the sharks you with the fishes
2am beats in the kitchen
My passion, f*ck the attention
It's my passion, f*ck the attention

I just wanna win
Enemies wanna be friends
One day you ain't shit
Stay down then you pop out in a benz
I swear that's just how it is

They come around when they see you in motion
Came out the womb feelin' like I was chosen
Cut niggas off cause I gotta be focused
Workin til' I get a crib by the ocean

I ain't really into flexin
But if I was my diamonds would be frozen
And I would post every single day so my exes notice
So many distractions
Just gotta stay focused
Oh yeah

That's why I turn off my comments
Cause f*ck all the talkin
F*ck all the nonsense

You gotta just do your thing
Cause niggas hate regardless
Figured out how to get to the racks
And never even finished college
I'm locked in on myself
Don't give a f*ck what's in your wallet
Nah

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