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Jayystat - Make Sense/Good Lookin Lyrics



Jayystat - Make Sense/Good Lookin Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
28 bands and stuff in my jeans
Might wanna step back, my jacket at reach
I told that bitch that hold up, hold up, hold up if she wanna teach
These niggas think I'm soft and sweet
I come with the Mac, I'm bringing the heat
Top night view, okay screwed
Don't get mad, it's just my relief
Yah, woo, woo, woo, yah, woo, yah, woo
Glocks, they come around
It's a showdown at the town
Off the drink, I'm off the juice
It ain't grey, but it's the goose
Chillin' on the fifth, my robbers lit
My pockets hit, my diamonds fit
Talkin' shit, at least you acknowledge it
Everything that I do legit
We hittin' off road, we sellin' out bricks
Point at my watch but ain't talkin' Dame
We both on our grind, but we ain't the same
Money ain't a thing, even if it come with fame
How the f*ck y'all niggas change
How the f*ck y'all ruin the game
All my life, been filled with pain
All my life, I had to change
All my days was filled with rain
All my nights be filled with brains
It's a two-tone, I'm too set, bitch
I'm too look nice, I'm too hood rich
I'm Tony Two Tap
My whip is black
Forget it the noise
My diamonds hit distortion
This 808 on distortion
The kick be on distortion
Aye bitch I ain't tryna be your main man I'm tryna get a portion
These hoes around the corner
Put on my vest, quick
Bitch go clap for me or shake some ass I made investments
Uh, so shake that ass for me
Shake it far as I can see
Girl, shake some titties
Shake that booty meat like Nasty B
I'ma suck your pussy, make you cum three times without the meat
Need me a down girl with a phat ass like Cardi B
But ain't no off set, it's wartime, ain't no offing me
I got these offers on my phone line, ain't no topping me
These labels will play a nigga like for real though, ain't no stoppin' me
But go with the bread that put my pride aside where the money be
It ain't no street fight, nigga uh
Ain't no timeline, nigga uh
I'm on the same time, nigga uh
I'm on the same mindset I had when I was dead broke, nigga uh
Ran me a fat check, nigga uh
I want my racks back, nigga uh
On my setback, nigga uh
Yeah, f*ck
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
F*ck what you own, ain't doing your job, I want my money back
The way that bitch was throwin' it back gave me a heart attack
Light niggas hate me, suicide crazy
I'm about my Benjis, might gifts some to my lady
I'm from south shore where niggas don't give a f*ck about your lifestyle
You show cash once, nigga, it might go down
You show money once, nigga, we gon' come round
These weapons I got, they rated E for everybody
You f*ck my brodie once, I'ma go to everybody
That bitch ain't sharin' her pussy, we don't care about it
She tatted up, with long legs
Oh yeah bet, we gon' care about it
My diamonds hit for real, they shining bright
Yeah, they gon' stare about it
Can't live with no regrets, so situations
I don't care about it
My checks they come direct deposit
Yeah, so you gon' hear about em
Everyday it come with stress, but I'm that nigga
I can't fear about it
I dropped them bitches, I'm changin' my ways
I'm silencin' the critics, I'm challenge the game
A late night creep, a late night sweep
When the beat drop, you know the mood change
I'm rockin' DuBaine, I'm off the D'usse
I call my bitch red, cause she taste like Kool-Aid
The choppa instead, you know that nigga dead
I'm goin' worldwide, put a bullet to your head
I made my shawty mad, so on terms, we ain't speakin
But I might hit her up and f*ck her good for no reason
When I eat it, she scream
Every time we f*ck, she scream
Every time that we touch, she scream
Every time that we f*ck, she scream
When I hit her from the back, she scream
When I hit her from the front, she scream
All the baddies in the back, they scream
All the baddies in the back, they scream
Yeah, let's go
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
28 bands and stuff in my jeans
Might wanna step back, my jacket at reach
I told that bitch that hold up, hold up, hold up if she wanna teach
These niggas think I'm soft and sweet
I come with the Mac, I'm bringing the heat
Top night view, okay screwed
Don't get mad, it's just my relief
Yah, woo, woo, woo, yah, woo, yah, woo
Glocks, they come around
It's a showdown at the town
Off the drink, I'm off the juice
It ain't grey, but it's the goose
Chillin' on the fifth, my robbers lit
My pockets hit, my diamonds fit
Talkin' shit, at least you acknowledge it
Everything that I do legit
We hittin' off road, we sellin' out bricks
Point at my watch but ain't talkin' Dame
We both on our grind, but we ain't the same
Money ain't a thing, even if it come with fame
How the f*ck y'all niggas change
How the f*ck y'all ruin the game
All my life, been filled with pain
All my life, I had to change
All my days was filled with rain
All my nights be filled with brains
It's a two-tone, I'm too set, bitch
I'm too look nice, I'm too hood rich
I'm Tony Two Tap
My whip is black
Forget it the noise
My diamonds hit distortion
This 808 on distortion
The kick be on distortion
Aye bitch I ain't tryna be your main man I'm tryna get a portion
These hoes around the corner
Put on my vest, quick
Bitch go clap for me or shake some ass I made investments
Uh, so shake that ass for me
Shake it far as I can see
Girl, shake some titties
Shake that booty meat like Nasty B
I'ma suck your pussy, make you cum three times without the meat
Need me a down girl with a phat ass like Cardi B
But ain't no off set, it's wartime, ain't no offing me
I got these offers on my phone line, ain't no topping me
These labels will play a nigga like for real though, ain't no stoppin' me
But go with the bread that put my pride aside where the money be
It ain't no street fight, nigga uh
Ain't no timeline, nigga uh
I'm on the same time, nigga uh
I'm on the same mindset I had when I was dead broke, nigga uh
Ran me a fat check, nigga uh
I want my racks back, nigga uh
On my setback, nigga uh
Yeah, f*ck
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
Make sense, nigga
F*ck what you own, ain't doing your job, I want my money back
The way that bitch was throwin' it back gave me a heart attack
Light niggas hate me, suicide crazy
I'm about my Benjis, might gifts some to my lady
I'm from south shore where niggas don't give a f*ck about your lifestyle
You show cash once, nigga, it might go down
You show money once, nigga, we gon' come round
These weapons I got, they rated E for everybody
You f*ck my brodie once, I'ma go to everybody
That bitch ain't sharin' her pussy, we don't care about it
She tatted up, with long legs
Oh yeah bet, we gon' care about it
My diamonds hit for real, they shining bright
Yeah, they gon' stare about it
Can't live with no regrets, so situations
I don't care about it
My checks they come direct deposit
Yeah, so you gon' hear about em
Everyday it come with stress, but I'm that nigga
I can't fear about it
I dropped them bitches, I'm changin' my ways
I'm silencin' the critics, I'm challenge the game
A late night creep, a late night sweep
When the beat drop, you know the mood change
I'm rockin' DuBaine, I'm off the D'usse
I call my bitch red, cause she taste like Kool-Aid
The choppa instead, you know that nigga dead
I'm goin' worldwide, put a bullet to your head
I made my shawty mad, so on terms, we ain't speakin
But I might hit her up and f*ck her good for no reason
When I eat it, she scream
Every time we f*ck, she scream
Every time that we touch, she scream
Every time that we f*ck, she scream
When I hit her from the back, she scream
When I hit her from the front, she scream
All the baddies in the back, they scream
All the baddies in the back, they scream
Yeah, let's go
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Writer: Jeffrey LaFrance
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Performed By: Jayystat
Language: English
Length: 4:21
Written by: Jeffrey LaFrance
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