Kodak Black - Senseless lyrics

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Kodak Black - Senseless lyrics

[Intro] (Buddah Bless this beat) Don't make no sense How I'm rappin' and I'm thugging, dog Don't make no sense I be getting all this money, dog It don't make no sense Know where I'm steppin', dog It don't make no sense, yeah [Chorus] 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 fourteen 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 b*tch and fu*k hеr raw All I want to do is hit a lick, then hit the mall (Yeah) [Verse 1] 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 ni**as robbers Heard you want some problems, keep it cute, 'cause all my ni**as shottas [Chorus] 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 fourteen(Buddah Bless this beat) 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 b*tch and fu*k her raw All I want to do is hit a lick, then hit the mall [Verse 2] 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 ni**as say they ain't going for sh*t, but everybody went I be jacking and wacking, ni**a, 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 ni**as ain't got no mind, them boys get Jesus outta here My ni**as 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 ni**as don't make no sense, his name fu*king wam, bam I love that ni**a 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, ni**a, I ain't never play around