Making no sense
I ain't paying my rent
And this tree heaven sent
Creamy with my peanut
Don't confuse me with some 50's
I ain't making no sense
And this money kinda iffy
I ain't paying my rent
Roll a J and hit the spliffy
Man this tree heaven sent
Truffle butter and it's jiffy
She get creamy with my peanut
Call the dick a black behemoth
Got me peaking like I'm zenith
Think I'm tripping, bitch, I seen it
Think I'm trippie, I can't read it
Like the Glock, I just repeat it
Michael Jackson, nigga, beat it
Think it's scary, niggas sweet
Lyric cold, but I got heat
Shooting bullets at his feet
Niggas lunch, I'm bout to eat
F*ck that bitch, she for the streets
Scary nigga, just retreat
On yo block, it's trick or treat
On yo block, it's concrete
Inside out, it's ennui
Drive by shotty on me
I got it, bae, it's on me
Huh, yeah, tryna get top in a drop
Tryna get top, til I drop
I will not f*ck on the bop
I do not f*ck with the cops
You do not talk to your pops
Dripping the sweat out the shops
I got her wet to ha socks
I cannot stop till the day that I pop
And I swear to the gods, I will carry a mop
I'm a different kind of black
Kill a nigga, raise his son
Niggas think he won the battle
But the war has just begun
Niggas scared to see the demon
Of the man I've just become
Clone ass niggas, just reruns
Send the bullets where he from
F*ck the police, defund
F*ck his bitch and take his guns
Got my dick up in her gums
Baby girl, I ain't the one
Take my place, f*ck up the fun
And the crime ain't even done
And the dick weigh like a ton
And you tryna give me some
I ain't with that bitch, you dumb
Got the world in my hands
And I conquer the sun
They done f*cked up my plans
But we get it undone
Listen to my voice, got no choice but to succumb
We pull up and he run
And we f*ck up the fun
We ain't bumping to nothin
We rep where we from
Beat his ass like a drum
Bloody knuckles for fun
And we f*ck who we want
We don't listen to none
Bitch
Making no sense
I ain't paying my rent
And this tree heaven sent
Cream, cream, creamy with my peanut
K9Samurai - Making No Sense (feat. Velo) Lyrics
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Making no sense
I ain't paying my rent
And this tree heaven sent
Creamy with my peanut
Don't confuse me with some 50's
I ain't making no sense
And this money kinda iffy
I ain't paying my rent
Roll a J and hit the spliffy
Man this tree heaven sent
Truffle butter and it's jiffy
She get creamy with my peanut
Call the dick a black behemoth
Got me peaking like I'm zenith
Think I'm tripping, bitch, I seen it
Think I'm trippie, I can't read it
Like the Glock, I just repeat it
Michael Jackson, nigga, beat it
Think it's scary, niggas sweet
Lyric cold, but I got heat
Shooting bullets at his feet
Niggas lunch, I'm bout to eat
F*ck that bitch, she for the streets
Scary nigga, just retreat
On yo block, it's trick or treat
On yo block, it's concrete
Inside out, it's ennui
Drive by shotty on me
I got it, bae, it's on me
Huh, yeah, tryna get top in a drop
Tryna get top, til I drop
I will not f*ck on the bop
I do not f*ck with the cops
You do not talk to your pops
Dripping the sweat out the shops
I got her wet to ha socks
I cannot stop till the day that I pop
And I swear to the gods, I will carry a mop
I'm a different kind of black
Kill a nigga, raise his son
Niggas think he won the battle
But the war has just begun
Niggas scared to see the demon
Of the man I've just become
Clone ass niggas, just reruns
Send the bullets where he from
F*ck the police, defund
F*ck his bitch and take his guns
Got my dick up in her gums
Baby girl, I ain't the one
Take my place, f*ck up the fun
And the crime ain't even done
And the dick weigh like a ton
And you tryna give me some
I ain't with that bitch, you dumb
Got the world in my hands
And I conquer the sun
They done f*cked up my plans
But we get it undone
Listen to my voice, got no choice but to succumb
We pull up and he run
And we f*ck up the fun
We ain't bumping to nothin
We rep where we from
Beat his ass like a drum
Bloody knuckles for fun
And we f*ck who we want
We don't listen to none
Bitch
Making no sense
I ain't paying my rent
And this tree heaven sent
Cream, cream, creamy with my peanut
I ain't paying my rent
And this tree heaven sent
Creamy with my peanut
Don't confuse me with some 50's
I ain't making no sense
And this money kinda iffy
I ain't paying my rent
Roll a J and hit the spliffy
Man this tree heaven sent
Truffle butter and it's jiffy
She get creamy with my peanut
Call the dick a black behemoth
Got me peaking like I'm zenith
Think I'm tripping, bitch, I seen it
Think I'm trippie, I can't read it
Like the Glock, I just repeat it
Michael Jackson, nigga, beat it
Think it's scary, niggas sweet
Lyric cold, but I got heat
Shooting bullets at his feet
Niggas lunch, I'm bout to eat
F*ck that bitch, she for the streets
Scary nigga, just retreat
On yo block, it's trick or treat
On yo block, it's concrete
Inside out, it's ennui
Drive by shotty on me
I got it, bae, it's on me
Huh, yeah, tryna get top in a drop
Tryna get top, til I drop
I will not f*ck on the bop
I do not f*ck with the cops
You do not talk to your pops
Dripping the sweat out the shops
I got her wet to ha socks
I cannot stop till the day that I pop
And I swear to the gods, I will carry a mop
I'm a different kind of black
Kill a nigga, raise his son
Niggas think he won the battle
But the war has just begun
Niggas scared to see the demon
Of the man I've just become
Clone ass niggas, just reruns
Send the bullets where he from
F*ck the police, defund
F*ck his bitch and take his guns
Got my dick up in her gums
Baby girl, I ain't the one
Take my place, f*ck up the fun
And the crime ain't even done
And the dick weigh like a ton
And you tryna give me some
I ain't with that bitch, you dumb
Got the world in my hands
And I conquer the sun
They done f*cked up my plans
But we get it undone
Listen to my voice, got no choice but to succumb
We pull up and he run
And we f*ck up the fun
We ain't bumping to nothin
We rep where we from
Beat his ass like a drum
Bloody knuckles for fun
And we f*ck who we want
We don't listen to none
Bitch
Making no sense
I ain't paying my rent
And this tree heaven sent
Cream, cream, creamy with my peanut
Writer: Mekhi Farquhar
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