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letra de no reason to b lyrics - jack sugerberg

ain’t no reason to blame
i got something to pay
shrinkin all up in the street
man what’s the f-ckin update?
many b-tches today i forgot what’s the date
i don’t know who to blame
so f-ck it all up and say
ain’t no reason to blame
48-5 ain’t no blame keep it all up and then blaze
you know the f-ck what i mean
like f-ck i’m mad on new chapter
need some pizza and new pepper
i got the easter all week
f-ck these b-tches need apples
man all these b-tches good dressers
that p-ssy sour like onion
not many things light the oven
my b-tch is hotter than obvious
my d-ck has stuck on an oven
your b-tches know mе for heaven
another junglе keep calm and then open
man what the f-ck can i say?
i got no reason to blame
and that’s a reason to play
i’m on a seasonal state
and no decision to make
man you can study to hate
and then drown on your hate
i’m never counting ya hate
don’t know a reason to hate
she has no reason to hate
i’m talking all about business
the blessings coming like a rain
and lord is starring at drain
the f-ck can never go drained
and time is core of the race
when y’all can’t face with the rock
i let it punch on your face
somebody out like the crooked
somebody find out what’s cooking
i’m with no reason on storage
just on the p-ssy after poradge
she throws me orange no borage
sometimes ignore all her towels
while she sit on a dresser
like when i’m opening drawers
i have to go out for drink
i had to make a withdrawal
no credit cards in my wallet
and who the f-ck can i blame
when she sleep on my savings
and she dream of the future
like what the f-ck can she say?
ain’t got no reason for nothing
and i got nothing to blame
like am addicted to strippers
i’m not steady on reaper
they f-cking study me wrappers?
she knows that f-ck what i’m smelling?
about to make a new babies
i making money like diapers
then i put it on pumpers
she looks like she is from uppers
and her friends from the uptown
she just bought me a gkua
and i bought her an adapter
got these b-tches on fire
f-ck these n-ggas are pimpers
my money grows with no hampers
what the f-ck can i ask you?
my money goes with no blame
these b-tches jumping need play
i keep it all up in place
i’m bunching up like a safe
445 that’s a pace
man what the f-ck can i say?
i got no reason to blame
and that’s a reason to play
i’m with a seasonal state
and no decision to make
man l been studyin my sh-t
and then i pass it like skater
i sleep on f-ck and she said
ain’t no reason to blame
and i got something good for her
about a promised not play her
yeah sometimes i’m a player
i been hidding confessions
we was up in the section
and been smoking the session
my heart been broken need love
and with my head inters-xtion
all out in the books when it feels like only
now my days get scary
when all my nights are nightmares
like you was here and there
left your smell in a dresser
the empty bottles of chappelle
i feel like coldbear on hours
cannot escape all these echoes
what the f-ck can i do?
and who the f-ck is out missing?
my lips are rear with no kissing
and f-ck that all i was absent
with many reasons to blame
when i check in the drawers
had no p-ssy in the drawers
i’m need of a doctor
and my bed feel like no one
man f-ck it’s colbert on channel
i got to sit and observe
she never missing that channel
i found me dead on addiction
she got me addicted to the subject
but these shots don’t k!ll me
and these hoes don’t feel me
man these hoes can’t be me
i might end up out here ruthless
but you know thats a realest
when i don’t know what to blame
so f-ck it all up and say
ain’t no reason to blame
got these guns no mirrors
and the bullets on cartridge
press a b-tton and play
ain’t no reason to blame
too much bullets need loaded
too much bodies need folded
f-ck the world on a rocket
you can hate me no tickets
i been reaming bout numbers
got these numbers like crickets
and them crickets like the crockets
feel like cricket in the island
sink my boat in the island
cut my phone in the island
gaviscon in the island
got the auto like tourist
that p-ssy alto like chourist
press to bottom like clorox
wipe that sh-t like it’s clueless
another boat quitrenloob
45 pead the pool

- lyrics jack sugerberg

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