Young Dolph - No Sense (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
Search, synchronize, and download lyrics in LRC and SRT formats for YouTube music videos by videoID or Title.
You can preview or test subtitles before downloading them.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
(optional) Use the buttons below or the keyboard shortcuts "G" or "H" to adjust subtitle synchronization before downloading.
The available subtitles for the media will be listed below.
When available, click to load or test subtitles from the list below.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
Young Dolph - No Sense (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
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' me 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 (Beat it up)
Uh, Glizock, my life a movie (Glizock)
Guess who shoot it? Your
bitch, I do's it (I do)
Uh, ballin' real hard, no
recruiting, yuh (On God)
Paper Route winnin', never
losin', uh (Gang)
Before I drop the top,
I been ruthless, yuh
Give it to 'em raw like
sushi, uh (Raw)
Yuh (Yuh), yuh, still goin'
dumb (Dumb), uh
Mr. Glock, the baguette
don, yeah (Baguette)
Exotic smoke in my lungs,
ooh (Yeah, yeah)
I really came out of them
slums (Out 'em)
I'm finna buy me a house with
a pond (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, and I put this shit on my
moms, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I think I was born with
a gun (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a son of a gun, uh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you know where I'm
from, yeah (Bitch, uh)
South Memphis, filled up with
villains and gremlins
Lil' niggas with extensions
on guns (Thirties), yeah
Don't play with the kid, you know
how I get (You know it)
I get that shit done (Done), uh
Maybach on my wrist, this
young nigga lit (Lit)
And a Porsche on my guns
(Woo), duh (Duh)
Shit don't make no sense (Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah)
This shit don't make
no sense (No sense)
Shit don't make no sense
(Make no sense)
Shit don't make no sense (No sense)
Please support me on PATREON Thank you!