Gucci Mane - Don't Make Sense (Ft. Fabolous & 8Ball) - (Bass Boosted) | Текст песни

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• Gucci Mane - Don't Make Sense (Ft. Fabolous & 8Ball)
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Don't make no God damn sense
Don't don't make no God damn sense
Don't make no God damn sense
Don't don't make no God damn sense

I'm in a rush, I'm rolling kush
I'm cooking dope, don't interrupt
50 bricks came in a bus
I intercept, I finished up
Gucci Mane, I'm sinister
Politics like a senator
30 year prime minister
Eat rappers for dinner bruh
From selling dope to selling big houses like a realtor
I pull up in a black and black maybach like a governor
Some critics say they can't understand me, I'm a southerner
Bad bitch rocking chanel but she's a foreigner
Pull up in them twin maseratis, yeah they identical
And I bought a new Kawasaki, I'm popping wheelies bruh
Miami Beach police pull me over, aye what the ticket for
He mad cause the bitch on the back ain't from America

Now this shit really don't make no God damn sense
Police chase but jumped the God damn fence
Ain't no room in the house for all these God damn bricks
So many bills at the spot, don't make no God damn sense
Don't make no God damn sense
Don't don't make no God damn sense
Don't make no God damn sense
Don't don't make no God damn sense

Don't make no God damn sense
Man it's a God damn shame
They talking shit from the bench
Get in the God damn game
I mean you boys need to chill
Them niggas hot champagne
Nigga I do that shit
You don't do a God damn thang
And I'm really sorry
I just got that calarrari, smoking northern castafari
While I'm eating calamari
And these suckas can't stomach that
Guess they can't dodge us
That I'm making majors moves and they ain't making progress
Say hi Jess, ya'll meet pretty Jessica
Know she got that good brain, I just keep on testing her
Don't come with my package, I'm a have to kill the messenger
Smell some funny shit and I'm a spray that air freshner

Now this shit really don't make no God damn sense
Police chase but jumped the God damn fence
Ain't no room in the house for all these God damn bricks
So many bills at the spot, don't make no God damn sense
Don't make no God damn sense
Don't don't make no God damn sense
Don't make no God damn sense
Don't don't make no God damn sense

No off brand niggas run with my click
Choppa so big, don't make no God damn sense
Spent a whole lot of racks on a whole lot of packs
Spent a whole lot of crack on a whole lot of track
Got a bitch in every city with a whole lot of back
Smoked a whole lot of weed, ate a whole lot of snacks
Had 28 grams when I fell up in this bitch
Smoked it all for I left, don't make no God damn sense
I'm on kush, she on pills in a short short dress
Bitch ass so big don't make no God damn sense
Gucci Mane was like ball where you get that bitch
Bitch ass so big don't make no God damn sense

Now this shit really don't make no God damn sense
Police chase but jumped the God damn fence
Ain't no room in the house for all these God damn bricks
So many bills at the spot, don't make no God damn sense
Don't make no God damn sense
Don't don't make no God damn sense
Don't make no God damn sense
Don't don't make no God damn sense

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