NoSense
Yuh, yuh
DAWG!
I brought two 40's and a three pack
Shots to ZombieInaBarrel
They looking for love, I don't need that
Coming in waves but I can do better
All she get is dick and kneepads
No feedback, no recap
Stay woke and fuck like no decaf
She scream when she ready like a coffee kettle
I'm kidding... A little
I'm winning like "lero, lero"
Tengo el nopal en la frente pero estos cabrones creen que me creo güero
Bruh, I just do it, I hear the sound I don't talk about it
I shoot primero
They just around, I've been about it
Drunk talking shit like, "Que pedo!"
Ballin in Mex at the homies wedding not looking for love but we found it
Hit that Colorado it'll knock you out call it Rocky Mountains
Coors Light for the BP, wine and liquor get this shit mixin
Now they all believe in me, I'm no superstition (God)
I've been flipping chickens in too many kitchens (Wrist)
Trust the boy it didn't take up much convincing (Bitch)
Took the main chick to Maggiano's
Side bitch to McDonald's
Eat and fuck fast, lay it all on you
Get whatever you want, off the dollar menu
They all turn to llamas like Kusco
Kid's got a new flow and a new groove
Initially out the IV like A New Hope
Imperial Valley, 760
Truth be told, "Cali's butthole"
Yeah shout out Eddie Zuko
But all these motha fuckas should know
Yo siempre seré Cachanilla
Hijo del Profe y Rosa de mi vida
Amor en la flor que te di ese dia
Rest In Peace Selena Quintanilla
Girl don't talk, just sing it to me
If you liked it, put a ring on it
Like that, blocka!
Where Sergio at?
Blocka! Blocka!
It don't make no sense no more
(I fuckin can't believe ya)
Shit don't make no sense
(I fuckin can't believe it)
It don't make no sense no more
(I fuckin can't believe ya)
Shit don't make no sense
We'll never understand it
It don't make no sense no more
(I fuckin can't believe ya)
Same old, fake old news
(I fuckin can't believe it)
They don't make no sense no more
Stay woke, take no bull...
Shhh
Shout out if you ridin' with me all year
Red-eyed I see all clear
They stay hating all season
I fuckin can't believe it
Shit won't make sense
Till we come to our senses
Shit don't make no...
(Echo barking)
So you think my heart's made of stone
And when you're near me, there's no reaction
Well, you're wrong
From the tip of my toes
My love for you steadily flows
On and on...
DAWG!
I brought two 40's and a three pack
Shots to ZombieInaBarrel
They looking for love, I don't need that
Coming in waves but I can do better
All she get is dick and kneepads
No feedback, no recap
Stay woke and fuck like no decaf
She scream when she ready like a coffee kettle
I'm kidding... A little
I'm winning like "lero, lero"
Tengo el nopal en la frente pero estos cabrones creen que me creo güero
Bruh, I just do it, I hear the sound I don't talk about it
I shoot primero
They just around, I've been about it
Drunk talking shit like, "Que pedo!"
Ballin in Mex at the homies wedding not looking for love but we found it
Hit that Colorado it'll knock you out call it Rocky Mountains
Coors Light for the BP, wine and liquor get this shit mixin
Now they all believe in me, I'm no superstition (God)
I've been flipping chickens in too many kitchens (Wrist)
Trust the boy it didn't take up much convincing (Bitch)
Took the main chick to Maggiano's
Side bitch to McDonald's
Eat and fuck fast, lay it all on you
Get whatever you want, off the dollar menu
They all turn to llamas like Kusco
Kid's got a new flow and a new groove
Initially out the IV like A New Hope
Imperial Valley, 760
Truth be told, "Cali's butthole"
Yeah shout out Eddie Zuko
But all these motha fuckas should know
Yo siempre seré Cachanilla
Hijo del Profe y Rosa de mi vida
Amor en la flor que te di ese dia
Rest In Peace Selena Quintanilla
Girl don't talk, just sing it to me
If you liked it, put a ring on it
Like that, blocka!
Where Sergio at?
Blocka! Blocka!
It don't make no sense no more
(I fuckin can't believe ya)
Shit don't make no sense
(I fuckin can't believe it)
It don't make no sense no more
(I fuckin can't believe ya)
Shit don't make no sense
We'll never understand it
It don't make no sense no more
(I fuckin can't believe ya)
Same old, fake old news
(I fuckin can't believe it)
They don't make no sense no more
Stay woke, take no bull...
Shhh
Shout out if you ridin' with me all year
Red-eyed I see all clear
They stay hating all season
I fuckin can't believe it
Shit won't make sense
Till we come to our senses
Shit don't make no...
(Echo barking)
So you think my heart's made of stone
And when you're near me, there's no reaction
Well, you're wrong
From the tip of my toes
My love for you steadily flows
On and on...
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Writer(s): Antonio Quirarte
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