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lirik lagu gucci mane - don't make no sense

[verse 1 – gucci mane]
i’m in a rush, i’m rollin’ kush, i’m cookin’ dope, don’t interrupt
fifty bricks came in a bus, i intercept, i finish up
gucci man, i’m sinister, politic like a senator
better yet prime minister, eat rappers for dinner, bruh
from sellin’ dope to sellin’ big houses like a realtor
i pull up in a black on black maybach like i’m the governor
some critics say they can’t understand me, i’m a southerner
bad b-tch, she rockin’ chanel but she a foreigner
pull up in them twin maseratis, yeah they identical
and i bought a new kawasaki, i’m poppin’ wheelies, bruh
miami beach police pulled me over, eh what’s the ticket for?
he mad cause the b-tch on the back ain’t from america

[hook – gucci mane]
now this sh-t really don’t make no godd-mn sense
police chase me, jumped a godd-mn fence
ain’t no room in the house for all these godd-mn bricks
so many bails at the spot, don’t make no godd-mn sense
don’t make no godd-mn sense, don’t make no godd-mn sense
don’t make no godd-mn sense, don’t make no godd-mn sense

[verse 2 – fabolous]
don’t make no godd-mn sense, man it’s a godd-mn shame
they talkin’ sh-t from the bench, get in the godd-mn game
i mean you boys need to chill, them n-ggas hot champagne
n-gga i do that sh-t, you don’t do a godd-mn thang
and i’m really sorry, i just got that cali rari
smokin’ northern cal safari while i’m eatin’ calamari
and these suckas can’t stomach that, guess they can’t digest
that i’m makin’ major moves and they ain’t makin’ progress
say “hi” just, y’all meet pretty jessica
know she got that good brain, i just keep on testin’ her
don’t come with my package, i’mma have to k!ll the messenger
smell that funny sh-t and i’mma spray that air freshener

[verse 3 – 8ball]
no off-brand n-ggas run with my cl!ck
choppas so big, don’t make no godd-mn sense
spend a whole lot of racks on a whole lot of packs
spit a whole lot of crack on a whole lot of cl-ssics
got a b-tch in every city with a whole lot of back
smoke a whole lot of weed, ate a whole lot of snacks
had twenty-eight grams when i fell up in this b-tch
smoked it all ‘fore i left, don’t make no godd-mn sense
i’m on kush, she on pills in a short-short dress
b-tch -ss so big, don’t make no godd-mn sense
gucci mane was like “ball, where you get that b-tch?”
b-tch -ss so big, don’t make no godd-mn sense

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