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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMake No Sense
Buddah blessed this beatI feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricksAnd the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no senseHe a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayyIt make no sense, yeahIt make no sense, uhIt make no sense, goddamnMake no sense, yeahMake no sense, nah-uhMake no sense, ay ay YoungBoyMake no sense, nahIt make no sense, slimeI could hit it, I could whip itI could bag it, I could stash itI could trap out like a motherfuckerAnd you know me, bitch, I just bought another 30 burner (30 burner)I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech, got Tina Turner (whippin' hard)It don't make sense, I'm not alright, bitch I'll put you underAin't cut too much, I got that shit that make them tweak, like damnCan't be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am)This shit ain't sweet, who close to me, I see them hatin' like damnAll I know, get that money, still gon' be the one to slay 'emLike nigga, uhNigga, nigga, bitchNigga, bow, with my jewelry, fuck the juryI feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricksAnd the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no senseHe a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayyIt make no sense, yeahIt make no sense, uhIt make no sense, goddamnMake no sense, yeahMake no sense, nah-uhMake no sense, ay ay YoungBoyMake no sense, nahIt make no sense, slime4KTrey, BoB, I been that bitch you know it's meTell them niggas I say fuck 'emThese hoes ain't shit they want my cash so I never love 'emI flash and beat a nigga ass with this. 50 above himOn TV I could tell my youngin' hit 'em with the cutter (motherfuck a nigga)There's a boy real nigga blessed him with that boy, he say yeah-ehHe out the H, you play he shoot you in yo face (northside)Bullets flying, back to back bitch when we rideI'm convicted but issa issue I slide 'fore I slideDie today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died 'fore I died (slime)I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricksAnd the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no senseHe a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayyIt make no sense, yeahIt make no sense, uhIt make no sense, goddamnMake no sense, yeahMake no sense, nah-uhMake no sense, ay ay YoungBoyMake no sense, nahIt make no sense, slime
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