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letra de no sense - jon de pledge

[hook: jon de pledge]
um, don’t believe in freedom cause we’re young
but only cause we wanna have fun
go and get dumb, every time you hear a good drum
we’re different but we wanna have fun
um, don’t believe in freedom cause we’re young
but only cause we wanna have fun
don’t be a nun, you can use the talent in your tongue
now check me out, check me out, yo

[verse 1: jon de pledge]
first thing’s first, you be jammin’ out to jon de pledge
chi city, you can find me, west
oh my god, oh my god, shorty i’m lookin’ for work
give a rapper bl-w j-b
no matter if you twerk if you ain’t new
hey homie hatin’ like a her, you a g-y dude
the same n-ggas talk sh-t, bust clips, don’t snitch
same n-ggas that be walkin’ around with a pierced lip
it makes no sense

[bridge: jon de pledge]
it don’t make no sense
it don’t make no sense
is it me? or do i make no sense

[hook]

[verse 2: jon de pledge]
one of my fans said she wanted somethin’ real
told her turn around, touch the ground, tell me how that feel
like you tryna get a deal? naw, i’m tryna get a meal
couple steaks on the plate, side of hundred dolla bills
trendsetters are cool but followers are lame
better buy you a drill and just create a lane
me on the other hand i’m hot, sippin’ on a mai tai
and more superfly than a pimp on a plane
but that don’t make no sense

[bridge]

[verse 3: add-2]
eh yo jon, gimme the beat and we playin’ follow the leader
or playin’ follow the leader like rakim rockin’ adidas
i k!ll sh-t, put it in a box like a sneaker
i don’t need a pair my b-lls weigh as heavy as aretha
this a cult jam, we ain’t talkin’ lisa lisa
put ya hands up like you tryna tell the teacher
ooh, i’m tellin’, i’m a lethal weapon
like 3 .45’s shootin’ 6 at your 7
but you a conscious rapper, why you talkin’ bout violence?
i guess you didn’t listen, tryna tell you how my mind is
take a hike like you yellin’ “hut!”
i want my pockets so green i could make a putt
sayin’ you support the real hip hop
til all that keepin’ real sh-t stops
that sound unemployed boy, that don’t make no sense
cause you ain’t bought sh-t since ’96 – ain’t that a b-tch

- jon de pledge

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