No Sense
Lyrics
These n****s real wit it, this sh*t is real to me
When it's up there, blood it get spilled wit' me
Gone for some seconds, but that ain't the end of me
Fear God, don't fear the enemy
B*tches don't love me, I know they just into me
Like "Shad, come put some dick in me"
Foreign b*tch I say her name it's too difficult
Dip blunts in the wax like a swimming pool
Better stop talkin' that might be the end of you
I think i'm about to get physical uh uh
Don't got a beeper, I got a heater, I make it sing like Aretha uh
I'm on the beachfront, smokin' like 3 blunts, sittin' kicked back wit' my feet up
B*tch I delete her, if she start trippin' I tell her get out and i'll see her uh
I really live this sh*t
Woke up this mornin' like i'm really in this b*tch
Wasn't just worried bout the classroom, thinkin' bout the hoes that be walkin' up in this b*tch
How many homeboys you got that'll air the room out that don't care bout no witnesses
How many times imma tell this h*e not to pop up she be tryna be friends and sh*t
I took a look at my money and I had to stack it so I ain't been in the mall
B*tches they love how I talk, I'm the freshest thing walkin' like I been up in a garden
Cause the way Shad be holdin' it down just might make her up and go leave her Marcus
Been dressin' it down the last 3 days , I copped these boutinis from Neiman Marcus
Had to get low like a freezer uh
Wear pink and green like it's Easter uh
Ion pay tabs less she was my b*tch, my chica she like how i treat her uh
N*ggas don't know me but they pillow talkin' they been throwin' salt for no reason
N*gga been showin' me that they been flodgin' but when i walk up bet they freeze up uh
Ay
These n****s real wit it, this sh*t is real to me
When it's up there, blood it get spilled wit' me
Gone for some seconds, but that ain't the end of me
Fear God, don't fear the enemy
B*tches don't love me, I know they just into me
Like "Shad, come put some dick in me"
Foreign b*tch I say her name it's too difficult
Dip blunts in the wax like a swimming pool
Better stop talkin' that might be the end of you
I think i'm about to get physical uh uh
Don't got a beeper, I got a heater, I make it sing like Aretha uh
I'm on the beachfront, smokin' like 3 blunts, sittin' kicked back wit' my feet up
B*tch I delete her, if she start trippin' I tell her get out and i'll see her uh
I really live this sh*t
Woke up this mornin' like i'm really in this b*tch
Wasn't just worried bout the classroom, thinkin' bout the hoes that be walkin' up in this b*tch
How many homeboys you got that'll air the room out that don't care bout no witnesses
How many times imma tell this h*e not to pop up she be tryna be friends and sh*t
I took a look at my money and I had to stack it so I ain't been in the mall
B*tches they love how I talk, I'm the freshest thing walkin' like I been up in a garden
Cause the way Shad be holdin' it down just might make her up and go leave her Marcus
Been dressin' it down the last 3 days , I copped these boutinis from Neiman Marcus
Had to get low like a freezer uh
Wear pink and green like it's Easter uh
Ion pay tabs less she was my b*tch, my chica she like how i treat her uh
N*ggas don't know me but they pillow talkin' they been throwin' salt for no reason
N*gga been showin' me that they been flodgin' but when i walk up bet they freeze up uh
Ay
Writer(s): Roshad Reid
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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