No Comment Lyrics

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Paparazzi takin' pics I tell em' No commet. Reporters all up in my mix I tell em' No comment. Blog sites be startin' shit I tell No comment. I don't wanna talk, I let my money talk.
Reporter 1: Princes ! Princess! What do you feel about the state of hip hop right now?
Princess: No comment
Reporter 2: Do you still have beef with you know who?
Princess: No comment
Reporter 1: Well what about the female rappers? Where are they?
Princess : No comment
Reporter 2: Can you tell us anything, anything at all?
Princess: No comment

Verse 1:Princess Digital - No Comment - http://motolyrics.com/princess-digital/no-comment-lyrics.html

First of all, I aint never left, but I'm back now. Still got cash, been throwin' stacks round.
I step up on the plate, folks wanna act clown. I'm too legit to quit, bitch check my background. I hear em' talkin' slick, in the interviews. I know they seein' me, but I aint' in to you.
I'm fina tear the roof of this motha f****a . Haul ass, mash the gas. See you later sukers.
Yall in my rearview. Deuces out the window. My fam, my fans, who I get it in fo'. Yo spot, took that. You can call me debo. Promoters want me overseas add a couple zeros!
Some of yall done lost yall mind, Kilo. Trust me, I'm the wrong one for yall to sleep.
Yea, they're alright but ain't got nothin' on me though. I'm bout' to make a movie. This is just a peep show!!

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Verse 2: This aint no sneak diss. This ain't no lo blow. I don't rock with shawty, that's how it go folk.
It's still m.o.b. forever if you ask me. Played the hand that I was given, put up with it gladly. Hearing bout' the lack of females in the game is rough. Its plenty out here grindin' yall ain't lookin' hard enough and I, F**k wit Nicki just like everyone of course. I just think it's f**ked up she ain't thank Ester at the awards . But, to each it's own, I just call it like I see it. If I'm not the baddest chick, I'm next in line to be it. I gave these people dedication at the hardest time. Pen game been stupid. Who you know with harder lines. And the hearsay on the blog sites don't mean sh*t. They're usually ran by lame ni**as or a fat bi**h. But it's cool. The fake sh*t I peeped that. Middle finger with a message for em' retweet that!
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