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No Sense (feat. Key Glock)

アーティスト:Young Dolph  アルバム:Rich Slave  作詞:Young Dolph  作曲:Young Dolph  発売年:2020 

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Yeah, yeah (Supah Mario) (That boy Cassius) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hey (Hey, that boy Cassius) That stiff dawg, shit, nigga, uh Skinny-ass nigga in some big Balenciagas My girl was mad at him so I took the bitch shoppin' Drankin' champagne, spend the racks all in Prada Everybody know that he a big shit popper Smokin' ice cream, rollin' on some peach cobbler Hitters on the payroll and a couple doctors Why the fuck you think I pour up all of this Wockhardt? Hit the alarm on the 'Rari and it go (Brrt, brrt) Park the 'Rari, jump in the Challenger (Skrrt, skrrt) Feds watchin' so I scramble 'em (Shake 'em up) Had your bitch at the room, but I had to put out She too freaky, nah, I couldn't handle her (Damn) My young niggas walk around with chandeliers (Damn) Yeah, chandelier the shit Khaled talkin' 'bout (Damn) Dolph hit the club, then the bitches comin' out (Damn) I heard the opps in the club, nigga, point 'em out (Bitch) Nigga, stop all that hidin' and runnin' 'round (Rrah) I make your broke-ass brother gun you down (Rrah) Damn, you too thick, girl, turn around (Rrah) Lemme smack it one time and see how it sound Millionaire but I make my boy lay you down They don't give a fuck, they don't play around Somebody text me, so I look down My bitch waitin' on me in a Gabbana gown (Gabbana gown) Yeah, bitch, I still wear Gucci I'm chillin' with a groupie, beatin' up her coochie


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