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letra de don't make sense - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
buddah bless this beat

[chorus]
i feel like i’m gucci mane in 2006
all these diamonds, dancing on my f-cking neck, cost like four bricks (ohh)
and the way that i be toting on that strap, don’t make no sense
he a million dollar n-gg- but be posted in the bricks (ahh)
it make no sense (yeah)
it make no sense (uh)
it make no sense (godd-mn)
it make no sense
it make no sense (nah uh)
it make no sense (ay ay youngboy)
it make no sense (nahh)
it make no sense

[verse 1]
i could hit it, i could whip it
i could bag it, i could stash it
i could trap out like a motherf-cker
and you know me, b-tch, i just bought another .30 burner (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, b-tch i’ll put you under
ain’t cut too much, i got that sh-t that make them tweak, like d-mn
can’t be in front the trap too much, the world know who i am (i am)
this sh-t ain’t sweet, who close to me, i see them hate, like d-mn
all i know, get that money, still gon’ be the one to slay ’em
like n-gg-, uh
n-gg-, n-gg-, b-tch
n-gg-, bow, with my jewelry, f-ck that jewelry

[verse 2]
4ktrey, bob, i been that b-tch you know it’s me
tell them n-gg-s i say f-ck em’
these hoes ain’t sh-t they want my cash so i never love em’
i flash and beat a n-gg- -ss with this .50 above him
on tv i could tell my youngin hit em’ with the cutter (motherf-ck a n-gg-)
there’s a boy real n-gg- blessed him with that boy, he say yeah-eh
he out the eight you play he shoot you in yo face (northside)
bullets flying, back to back b-tch when we ride
i’m convicted but issa issue i slide ’fore i slide
die today, before they say p-ssy n-gg-s die ‘fore i die (slime)

- youngboy never broke again

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