YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Make No Sense (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Make No Sense (en) Lyrics
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I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my fucking
neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on
that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar nigga 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 motherfucker
And 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 under
I ain't cut too much, I got that shit
that make 'em tweak like damn
Can'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 'em hatin' like damn
All I know get the money, still
gon’ be the one to slay ’em
Like nigga, uh, nigga
Nigga, bitch, nigga, baow, with
my jewelry (Fuck a jury)
4KTrey, BoB, I been that,
bitch, you notice me
Tell them niggas I say fuck 'em
These hoes ain't shit, they
want my cash, so I'll never
love ’em (Stupid bitch)
I flash and beat a nigga ass
with this fifty ball (I
don't need no clique)
On TV, I could tell my youngin
hit him with the cutter
(Motherfuck a nigga)
That's a bar, real nigga 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,
bitch, when we ride
I'm convicted, but it's an issue,
I'll slide for a slide
Die today, bitch, they say four pussy
niggas died 'fore I died, slime
And the way that I be toting on
that strap don't make no sense
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