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letra de make no sense - offset jim

[intro]
(dtb, that’s a slap)

[chorus: offset jim]
stepped in the booth, i just poured out the brick
i can get it out a ho and i can get it out a b-tch
real street n-gga, send a pack, send a hit
wipe a n-gga nose, you ain’t gettin’ back sh-t
name a hood talkin’ sh-t i ain’t spinned
try to come to 22nd and got hit
p-ssy ass ain’t been back since
haha, sh-t don’t make no sense

[verse 1: offset jim]
gotta watch these n-ggas close and -n-lyze they motives
always n-ggas who be close that hit a n-gga lower
in the reds with thirty thousand and a blower on me
by myself, still thirty deep, but you won’t know it’s on me
60k up on my wrist and you can tell the difference
exotic smoke, this ain’t dip, you can taste thе difference
thеy can free the opps today and it wouldn’t make a difference
i done scored for my n-ggas, b-tch, i make a difference
i was sellin’ back in class, i ain’t no angel, n-gga
lost dame, same week, i had to spank a n-gga
let that wock’ get in my body, i be blankin’, n-gga
come off the hip with this 40, tryna bake a n-gga
money turned you n-ggas soft, it made me dangerous, n-gga
go broke, them hoes gon’ laugh and they gon’ shake a n-gga
lock me up and throw the key and it won’t break a n-gga
ain’t a n-gga ’round this b-tch can say he made a n-gga, it’s jim, n-gga
[chorus: offset jim]
stepped in the booth, i just poured out the brick
i can get it out a ho and i can get it out a b-tch
real street n-gga, send a pack, send a hit
wipe a n-gga nose, you ain’t gettin’ back sh-t

[verse 2: babyface ray]
ayy, wipe a n-gga nose, take a n-gga ho
lil’ cousin, he keep the 40 on him, tell him when to go
hit the h, buy ’em for the low, send ’em to the o
i be out paranoid as f-ck, n-ggas really broke
yeah, rubber band man, f-ckin’ right, h-ll yeah
what you want? i’ll drop it off, i’m the mailman
ridin’ low, shawty top me off, say she got a man
send a text, say she proud of me, i’m in prada pants
b-tch, i’m in raf simons, no l’s, got the ‘cat spinnin’
set the bag down, said i quit, but i’m back in it
goyard tote, f-ck a ho, put some racks in it
in a penthouse wrappin’ work, i’m a rap n-gga
really, i been runnin’ for a minute, i done lapped n-ggas
hop in yellow v-cut millions with some rap b-tches
see, really, it’s a real big difference, ’cause it’s facts, n-gga
you ain’t never seen one clean with the stamp in it

- offset jim

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