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Yeah, yeah 'Nough said (Yeah, yeah) (Uno, I killed it) (Dream, this shit go dummy) yeah Make it make sense (Yeah) Make it make sense (What? What?) Make it make sense (What?), Yeah Make it make sense (Yeah, dig!) It don't make money, it don't make cents (Yeah yeah) The way I make this money, it don't make sense (Yeah, let's go!) Claim they having drip, make it make sense (Dig!) Bitches claiming dicks that they ain't came wit it (Huh?) Make it make sense (What?) I'm popping a pill then popping a opp (What what?) I'm in the Hills on Molly with thots (What what?) Thought you was real, I guess that you not (What what?) Yeah, this Raf and this Ricky got put on a lot I got the sauce, I'm talking a lot I wanted some money, I hide in the pot Yeah, I gotta find me a shot I gotta drop her, didn't think she was hot I'm done with you niggas, I'm calling the shots Thought it was game, (what) I'm connecting the dots Had to go back to the hood and re-rock They calling me Tetris, connecting the blocks Cover my face, I seen the plot They tried cutting me off and leaving me out Sliming them out, I seen it, yeah Look at my youngins and they like leaders now (Woah) Everything good, if you stay true Ain't Young Thug, but I miss my troupe Doing the jugg, Givenchy Telling my bitch to just stay cute Make it make sense (Yeah) Make it make sense (What what?) Make it make sense (Yeah, yeah) Make it make sense (what, dig!) It don't make money, it don't make cents The way I make this money, it don't make sense (Yeah, let's go!) Claim they having drip, make it make sense (Yeah) Bitches claiming dicks that they ain't came with (Huh?) Make it make sense
Writer(s): Troy Vashon Donte Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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