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Don't Make No Sense (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

Don't Make No Sense (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(album: Help Is On The Way - 2022)


Uh, no Ronda Rousey but this glizzy gotta kick, uh
Walked out the house because I had to take a risk
My brothers shooting like he play for the Knicks, uh
Walk up and lose it, don't needa pay for no hits
Don't make no sense, uh, don't make no sense
The way my shooters hit your block, ain't make no sense
Don't make no sense, my niggas don't make no sense
If you don't wanna get hit, lil nigga stay out the mix, uh

Better tuck and roll if you in the streets then grab your pistol
Ain't nowhere to go, when we send 'em demons out to get you
Better keep it close, tell 'em what you seen, it's not official
They gon' wipe your nose, you better keep it clean, so grab your tissue
They won't call your phone, but when you deceased they start to miss you
Said this life a show then we gon get this season discontinued, uh
Jackboys, Lil Roc might be creeping through your window
Really clap boys, my niggas blow heaters like a whistle

Uh, no Ronda Rousey but this glizzy gotta kick, uh
Walked out the house because I had to take a risk
My brothers shooting like he play for the Knicks, uh
Walk up and lose it, don't needa pay for no hits
Don't make no sense, uh, don't make no sense
The way my shooters hit your block, ain't make no sense
Don't make no sense, my niggas don't make no sense
If you don't wanna get hit, lil nigga stay out the mix, uh

It's all hollows in this .21, niggas sweet no Honey Bunch
She did the team, no one on ones
This .40 make him bungee jump
Walk up on his whip and shoot the tint, we leave a dummy slump
Trapping on the strip I had to sprint to get my money up
Shooting star bitch I kept a nina for the fame uh
School was hard bitch I had to leave and make a name
Them shooters spraying them blocks and they make me the one to blame
Claim down the way, he get shot and bro might leave one in his face

Uh, no Ronda Rousey but this glizzy gotta kick, uh
Walked out the house because I had to take a risk
My brothers shooting like he play for the Knicks, uh
Walk up and lose it, don't needa pay for no hits
Don't make no sense, uh, don't make no sense
The way my shooters hit your block, ain't make no sense
Don't make no sense, my niggas don't make no sense
If you don't wanna get hit, lil nigga stay out the mix, uh

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