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Master P

It Dont Make No Sense

 

It Dont Make No Sense

(álbum: Al Capone - 2013)


[Intro: Master P]
Sosa tell em, Master P huh
This shit don't make no sense (naw)
It's like a movie, I'm the director
My little niggas ready, uh huh
They what don't kill you make you stronger

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Ganja Ganja, I be smoking Ganja
I gets lots of commas, and I can fuck yo momma
So 30′s no revolvers
Flexing in the summer
Riding in my hummer, 24′s forgiatos
Thumbing thru the check
Steady buying that Texas shit
I got no limit in the clip in my fn and I let it spit
Ay Trel over here, he pull up in the whip
Gotta lot of banana clips, fruity nigga don't get mixed
I say bitch I'm from Chiraq, we got more killers than Afghanistan
O-block it's just us, we the new Ku Klux Klan
All my boys knock hammers
Now all of your niggas damaged
Some of your boys won't make it
For this 300 karats bang

[Hook: Chief Keef]
This shit don't make no sense (nah)
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense (nah)
This shit don't make no sense (huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This payroll in my pocket
This shit don't make no sense (huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This 100 in my clip
This shit don't make no sense
I say this shit don't make no sense bang

[Verse 2: Master P]
In the jungle with killas
Tell the streets that we made it
Untouchable niggas, we was born to be hated
Me and Sosa won't tell it, we get money together
Hood niggas we eating and we die for whatever
See they scared of my niggas, they wouldn't give him a ride
I said free c-murder and we gonna ride for Trayvon
Taking pictures in the hood, some of these niggas be snitches
Peeling talking with hoes while I'm counting my riches
Bad bitches we call it, I'm on the block with my niggas
Louie V on the pillows smoking weed with them killas
I'm a ride for my niggas now the world gone finish
Underrated by some, disputed by many

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fat Trel]
This shit don't make no sense
All the money all the bitches I get
Ride high but my 40 ride low
It's on my lap I don't tote it in the air
I can't forget to flip and whip and make a pot
Molly high you can see it in my eyes
Give her dick cause I know she likes to ride
And she fuck me anywhere at any time
I make a hit she take a brick and break it down
Stuff the brick and make my bitches wait in line
It's nothing new cause boy I do this all the time
And since I shoot she better knew to admire

[Hook]

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