J.R. Writer - Make No Sense lyrics

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Make no sence, laying on that bitch

Make no sence, laying on that bitch

Take you cross the worlds, make no sence

You a nigga 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 fucking my crowl I’ll play no pinch

Gotta make no sense, give a fuck 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

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 bitch 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 nigga 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 bitch, make no sense

Lying on that bitch 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

Nigga 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 nigga 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