- Make No Sense 歌詞 YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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- YoungBoy Never Broke Again
- Buddah Bless this beat
I feel like Im Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing
On my ****ing neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting
On that strap don't make no sense
He a million dollar ***** but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime
I could hit it , I could whip it,
I could bag it, I could stash it
I could trap out like a mother****er
And you know me, *****,
I just bought another 30 burner (30 burner)
I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech,
Got Tina Turner (Whippin hard)
It dont make sense,
I'm not alright, *****, Ill put you under
I aint cut too much,
I got that **** that make em tweak like damn
Cant be in front the trap too much,
The world know who I am (I am)
This **** aint sweet, who close to me,
I see em hatin like damn
All I know get the money,
Still gon' be the one to slay 'em
Like *****, uh, *****
*****, *****, *****, baow, with my jewelry (**** a jury)
I feel like Im Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing
On my ****ing neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting
On that strap don't make no sense
He a million dollar ***** but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense , uh
It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime
4KTrey, BoB, I been that, *****, you notice me
Tell them ***** s I say **** em
These hoes aint ****, they want my cash,
So Ill never love 'em (Stupid *****)
I flash and beat a * **** ass with this fifty ball
(I dont need no clique)
On TV, I could tell my youngin hit him
With the cutter (Mother**** a ***** )
Thats a bar, real ***** blessed him
With that bar and he say yeah-eah
He out the H, you play,
He shoot you in your face (Northside )
Bullets flying, back to back, *****, when we ride
Im convicted, but its an issue,
Ill slide for a slide
Die today, ***** , they say four ***** *****s
Died fore I died, slime
I feel like Im Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing
On my *** *ing neck cost like four bricks
And the way that
I be toting on that strap dont make no sense
He a million dollar ***** but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime
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