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no sense

Yung Kayo
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Not making sense Not making sense Not making sense It's not making sense Not making sense Not making sense I got that .45, the grip No, I don't play With the bitch The life that I live don't exist I'm living the life full of risk I'm living the life full of risk I just put a tag on my coupe And sometimes I go reminisce I go reminisce in my room Whatchu' gon do? 4 hoes sweepin' down, the room Not playing by the rules I done brought the diamonds, in school My life is nourishing Birkin her purse I'm so encouraging I drive in Excursion I put in reverse I whip it and burn the bitch I whip it and burn the bitch Just like my rollie I got alot of Cullinan I made a play, it was on second day I got a 100k, how that feel? Ha-ha, if bout' money, don't cry now Islands, take up the planet? And don't cry now (Yeah, yeah) Rode in the Benz She got Balenci' to die down (Yeah, yeah) I bust on her grips She touch on my lip But don't bite down Round, round, round Going through the day With a pound I told that, baby don't make a sound I got plenty of riches that come around I had to look at my neck The chain is so heavy at holding me down Not making sense Not making sense Not making sense It's not making sense Not making sense Not making sense I got that .45, the grip No, I don't play With the bitch The life that I live don't exist I'm living the life full of risk Sometimes I feel all alone Sometimes I ice that two-tone Sometimes I'm right and I'm wrong Sometimes I'm right and I'm wrong I just been riding so long You know that shit 24 Open the door when I'm ready to ball Yo' bitch I'm ready to top Walkin' in Rick and I'm not talking Ross Nigga you not talkin' Ross Fuck on your bitch then I fuck all day long Ah, ah, ah Know she gon' bark like a dog I was gon' ride in the Rolls Hop in the backseat I'm charging my phone Round, round, round Going through the day With a pound I told that, baby don't make a sound I got plenty of riches that come around I had to look at my neck The chain is so heavy at holding me down Not making sense Not making sense Not making sense It's not making sense Not making sense Not making sense I got that .45, the grip No, I don't play With the bitch The life that I live don't exist I'm living the life full of risk Yeah Yeah Let's go