Chief Keef - Don't Make No Sense paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Don't Make No Sense - Chief Keef



Ganja, ganja I be smoking ganja
All this loss of commas
And I can fuck your mama
Them thorties know 'em fogs
Flexing in the sauna
Riding in Bahamas
24 Verlons
Turn to that checks that is bind
The Texas shit
I got no limit in the clip
But my effin I let it spit
Thrilla over here
Pull up in a whoop
Got alot of banana clips
Fruity nigga don't get mixed
I say bitch I'm from Chy real
We got more kills than Afghanistan
OBlock just stunting
We the new Ku Klux Klan
I'm abortion not a chemist
Now all you niggas damaged
Some of you boys will make it
For this 3 hundred carats
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense
I said this shit don't make no sense
This pay roll in my pocket
This shit don't make no sense
I say this shit don't make no sense
This tunnel in my club
This shit don't make no sense
I say this shit don't make no sense
Man these youngers are killers
Tell these streets that we made it
Untouchable niggas we was born to be hated
Me and Sosa ain't telling we get money together
Hood niggas we eatin' and we down for whatever
See they're scared of my niggas
They wouldn't give him a bind
I said, freeze! see murder
We gon' ride for Treyvon
Taking pictures in the hood
Some of these niggas be snitches
Pilla talking with hoes
While I'm counting my riches
Bad bitches be calling
I'm on the block with my niggas
Louie V on the pillars
Smoking weed with them killers
I'm a ride for my niggas
I don't wanna go fin us
Underated by some
Disputed by many
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense
I said this shit don't make no sense
This pay roll in my pocket
This shit don't make no sense
I say this shit don't make no sense
This tunnel in my club
This shit don't make no sense
I say this shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense
All the money all the bitches I get
Grind high but my 40 ride low
And so my lap on totted on my head
I can't forgive to flip a whip and make a pie
Molly hide you can shit it in my eyes
Give her dick 'cause I know she let it ride
Guess she fuck me anywhere anytime
I may be hit she take the dick and break it down
Stuck the click and make my bitches wait in line
It's nothing new boy 'cause I do this all the time
And since I shoot she better knew to have mine
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense
I said this shit don't make no sense
This pay roll in my pocket
This shit don't make no sense
I say this shit don't make no sense
This tunnel in my club
This shit don't make no sense
I say this shit don't make no sense



Writer(s): Percy Miller, Marqius Thomas, Keith Cozart, Devin Hall


Chief Keef - Finally Rich (Deluxe)
Album Finally Rich (Deluxe)
date de sortie
01-01-2012




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