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(Buddah Bless this beat) Don't make no sense How I'm rappin' and I'm thuggin', dog Don't make no sense I be gettin' all this money, dog It don't make no sense Know where I'm steppin', dog It don't make no sense, yeah I feel like I'm Kodak Black in 2015 In the 'Vette with plenty killers, mixing molly with the lean It don't make no sense, I catch a body on the scene Just a minor in designer, I was robbing for some jeans 2012, I was only 14 I was serving dope fiends, I was sеlling Nomi I do no flaggin', dog, been snappin', dog And I'm Z'd up 'til the feet up, I be zig-zaggin', dog All I want to do is get a bitch and fuck hеr raw All I want to do is hit a lick, then hit the mall (yeah) Fly lifestyle, I'm rocking Amiri with the Louis Vuitton Crack rocks samples, if you like it, you get two for one Fly lifestyle, I'm rocking Givenchy with the Dolce Gabbana Hotbox in the Yota, smoking ZaZa, pulling up to McDonald's Heard you got some guala, don't be stupid, all my niggas robbers Heard you want some problems Keep it cute, 'cause all my niggas shottas I feel like I'm Kodak Black in 2015 In the 'Vette with plenty killers, mixing molly with the lean It don't make no sense, I catch a body on the scene Just a minor in designer, I was robbing for some jeans 2012, I was only 14 I was serving dope fiends, I was selling Nomi I do no flaggin', dog, been snappin', dog And I'm Z'd up 'til the feet up, I be zig-zaggin', dog All I want to do is get a bitch and fuck her raw All I want to do is hit a lick, then hit the mall Ayy, it don't make no sense, I'm putting sticks all in the 'jects And I'm putting bricks back in the bricks And I'm paying everybody rent Niggas say they ain't going for shit, but everybody went I be jacking and wacking, nigga, but I be rapping now and then I'm gon' bounce out with that strap, I don't need nobody else I feel like I'm Kodak Black, I don't see nobody else My niggas ain't got no mind, them boys get Jesus outta here My niggas ain't got no mind, they'll kick a demon outta here Ayy, fly lifestyle, I'm rocking Balenci with Chanel It don't make no sense, another 3.7 M's My niggas don't make no sense, his name fucking wam, bam I love that nigga to death, I'll shed a tear if ion't see him Ah, everybody know I rob, but I ain't talking Van Dam I have a shoot-out at the park, nigga, I ain't never play around
Writer(s): Tyron Buddah Douglas, Bill Kapri, Kentrell Gaulden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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