Young Dolph, Key Glock | No Sense (Lyrics)
No Sense
Young Dolph x Key Glock
Yeah! (Yeah!), Yeah! (Yeah!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah! (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Hey!) Hey!
That stiff dawg shit, nigga!
Uh!
Skinny-ass nigga, in some big Balenciagas,
My girl was mad at him, so I took the bitch shoppin’,
Drank in’ champagne, spend the racks, all in Prada,
Everybody know that, he a big shit popper,
Smokin’ Ice Cream, rollin’ on some Peach Cobbler,
Hitters on the payroll, and a couple doctors,
Why the fuck you think, I pour up all of this Wockhardt?
Hit the alarm on the ‘Rari, and it go, (Pew, pew!)
Park the ‘Rari, jump in the Challenger, (Skrrt, skrrt!)
Feds watchin’ me, so I scramble ’em, shake ’em up,
Had your bitch at the room, but, I had to put out,
She too freaky, nah, I couldn’t handle her, (Damn!)
My young niggas, walk around, with chandeliers, (Damn!)
Yeah, chandelier the shit, Khaled talkin’ ’bout, (Damn!)
Dolph hit the club, then the bitches comin’ out, (Damn!)
I heard the ‘opps in the club, nigga, point ’em out! (Bitch!)
Nigga, stop all that hidin’, and runnin’ ’round, (Rrah!)
I make your broke-ass brother, gun you down, (Rrah!)
Damn! You too thick, girl, turn around! (Rrah!)
Lemme smack it one time, and see how it sound,
Millionaire, but, I make my boy lay you down,
They don’t give a fuck, they don’t play around,
Somebody text me, so I look down,
My bitch waitin’ on me, in a Gabbana gown, (Gabbana gown!)
Yeah, bitch! I still wear Gucci,
I’m chillin’ with the groupie,
Beatin’ up her coochie, (beat it up!)
Uh! Glizock, my life a movie, (Glizock)
Guess who’s shooting?
Your bitch, I do’s it, (I do!)
Uh! Ballin’ real hard, no recruiting,
Paper Route winnin’, never losin’,
Before I drop the top, I been ruthless, yow!
Give it to ’em raw, like sushi, uh!
Uh! (Uh!) Yow! (Yow!) I still goin’ dumb, (Dumb!)
Mr. Glock, the baguette don, yeah! (Baguette!)
Exotic smoke in my lungs, (Woo-woo!) (Yeah, yeah!)
I really came out of them slums,
I’m finna buy me a house with a pond, (Uh!)
Yeah! And I put this shit on my moms, yeah!
I think I was born, with a gun,
I’m a son of a gun! (Yeah, yeah!)
Bitch, you know where I’m from, (Bitch!)
South Memphis, filled up with villains and gremlins,
Lil’ niggas, with extensions on guns, (.30s), yeah!
Don’t play with the kid, you know how I get, (You know it!)
(Yow!) I get that shit done, (Uh!)
Maybach on my wrist, this young nigga lit, (Lit!)
And a Porsche on my guns, (Whoa!),
Duh! (Duh!)
Shit don’t make no sense, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
Shit don’t make no sense! (No sense!)
Shit don’t make no sense! (No sense!)
Shit don’t make no sense! (Make no sense!)
Shit don’t make no sense! (No sense!)
Yow!
Info | Music
Young Dolph – No Sense (Audio) ft. Key Glock
Aug 13, 2020 | Youtube Release
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Young Dolph, Key Glock – No Sense (Lyrics)
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