Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Make that make sense
It cant make sense
Trying to make it make rent
Trying to make it make what
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make
She talk too much I think she infatuated with herself
That little boy at home, he ain't touching no grass
I cut that hoe off I just know it won't last
I load up the K' and I pray it don't jam
I pray for my safety, can't get in no jam
I'm making a million just off of my Mac
I'm not from the burbs' I come from the flat
Behind me, it's niggas just trained to attack
Can't lose sleep on people that's turning they back
Ain't no money in that, Ain't no money in that (F*ck)
I'm waiting to sign that paper to emancipate my pockets
You the type to cash her out
While she gone' send me pics on locket (We not the same)
(7)
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Make that make sense
It cant make sense
Trying to make it make rent
Trying to make it make what
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sen-
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Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Make that make sense
It cant make sense
Trying to make it make rent
Trying to make it make what
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make
She talk too much I think she infatuated with herself
That little boy at home, he ain't touching no grass
I cut that hoe off I just know it won't last
I load up the K' and I pray it don't jam
I pray for my safety, can't get in no jam
I'm making a million just off of my Mac
I'm not from the burbs' I come from the flat
Behind me, it's niggas just trained to attack
Can't lose sleep on people that's turning they back
Ain't no money in that, Ain't no money in that (F*ck)
I'm waiting to sign that paper to emancipate my pockets
You the type to cash her out
While she gone' send me pics on locket (We not the same)
(7)
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Make that make sense
It cant make sense
Trying to make it make rent
Trying to make it make what
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sen-
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Make that make sense
It cant make sense
Trying to make it make rent
Trying to make it make what
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make
She talk too much I think she infatuated with herself
That little boy at home, he ain't touching no grass
I cut that hoe off I just know it won't last
I load up the K' and I pray it don't jam
I pray for my safety, can't get in no jam
I'm making a million just off of my Mac
I'm not from the burbs' I come from the flat
Behind me, it's niggas just trained to attack
Can't lose sleep on people that's turning they back
Ain't no money in that, Ain't no money in that (F*ck)
I'm waiting to sign that paper to emancipate my pockets
You the type to cash her out
While she gone' send me pics on locket (We not the same)
(7)
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sense
Make that make sense
It cant make sense
Trying to make it make rent
Trying to make it make what
Don't shit make sense
Don't shit make sen-
Writer: Mario Mallard
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