JR Writer - Make No Sense lyrics

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JR Writer - Make No Sense lyrics

Make no sence, laying on that b**h Make no sence, laying on that b**h Take you cross the worlds, make no sence You a n***a girl so it makes no sence, make no sence, make no sence If it ain't about money It makes no sense, make no sence, make no sence, make no sence If it ain't about money It makes no sense, make no sence, All the money I brough it will make no sence I could pay your rent or starting some from the same old drill It will make no sense Start f**ing my crowl I'll play no pinch Gotta make no sense, give a f** about you What you lanes gonna think Put your hands on pimp, I'm from Harlem I was born in this fly, you ain't know this high sponsored links And your problems should go off in high When I walk in ride So let's go far is kind of wimp All up in the streets with the same old tip Far that kidn of b**h show me some thik It will make no sence, it will make no sence, it will make no sence Damn hotters on the back, If it aint't by ims n***a I ain't gotta rap Yeah, I'll be drip a crack It will make no sence how her body gonna trap What? You'll be learning to rap It won't make no sense how they got you where you at Trust, I'm the same old pimp with the same old tip Coming halley on the map Trip upon that b**h, make no sense Lying on that b**h make no sense Take you cross the line make no sense You ain't never die, make no sense so make no sense Make no sense, make no sense If it ain't about money, it makes no sense If it ain't about money, it makes no sense Make no sense, make no sense Make no sense, make no sense If it ain't about money, it makes no sense It will make no sense if you body flosing But you play the option n***a make some sense whenyou haters talking I don't play with too often It's true, hide your bithc before I do to hoo It will make no God damn sense when I skip then my Louie be on that busting Shwanty wanna go up the A said she wanna flow on some hits I'm so sleep, we are bout to go to the east Tides bout to hold me a sit Ooh what a tree, chopping over freak None of my plans are washing my plans Putting a picture on the then you tired.... That will make no sense listen I ain't your man Damn, what a champaine last gte my politiq ... Flex all I do it's flex out That won't make no sense tell ém trace right back I won't make sense I don't wanna stand their raps ...they ain't here to bang here with crap Right, trick about that bithc Make no sense, lying down that bithc Make no sense Take you cross the war make no sense You a n***a ball so make no sense Make no sense If it ain't about money, it makes no sense Make no sense If it ain't about money, it makes no sense Make no sense If it ain't about money, it makes no sense