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Scorey - Don't Make No Sense lyrics

Artist: Scorey

album: Help Is On The Way (Deluxe)


Uh, no Ronda Rousey but this glizzy got a kick, uh
Walked out the house because I had to take a risk
My brother shooting like he play for the Knicks, uh
Walk up and lose it, don't need to pay for no hits
Don't make no sense, uh, don't make no sense
The way my shooters hit his 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 them demons out to gеt you
Better keep it closed, tеlling what you seen, that'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 for show, then we gon' get this season discontinued, uh
Jackboys, Lil' Roc might be creepin' through your window
Really clap boys, my niggas blow heaters like a whistle
Uh, no Ronda Rousey but this glizzy got a kick, uh
Walked out the house because I had to take a risk
My brother shooting like he play for the Knicks, uh
Walk up and lose it, don't need to pay for no hits
Don't make no sense, uh, don't make no sense
The way my shooters hit his 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 twenty-one, niggas sweet, no honey buns
She did the team, no one on ones, this forty make him bungee jump
Walk up on his whip and shoot the tints, we leave a dummy slump
Trappin' 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 sprayin' them blocks and they made 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 got a kick, uh
Walked out the house because I had to take a risk
My brother shooting like he play for the Knicks, uh
Walk up and lose it, don't need to pay for no hits
Don't make no sense, uh, don't make no sense
The way my shooters hit his 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

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