Karaoké Make No Sense YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in two thousand and six

All these diamonds dancin' on my fuckin' neck cost like four bricks

And the way that I be totin' on that strap don't make no sense

He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks

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I could hit it, I could whip it

I could bag it, I could stash it

I could trap out like a motherfucker

And you know me bitch

I just bought another thirty burner

I whip too hard so I got Ike and Meech

Got Tina Turner

It don't make sense

I'm not alright

Bitch I'll put you under

I ain't cut too much

I got that shit that make 'em tweak like damn

Can't be in front the trap too much

The world know who I am

This shit ain't sweet

Who close to me

I see 'em hatin' like damn

All I know get the money

Still gon' be the one to slay 'em

Like nigga uh nigga

Nigga bitch nigga baow

With my jewelry

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in two thousand and six

All these diamonds dancin' on my fuckin' neck cost like four bricks

And the way that I be totin' on that strap don't make no sense

He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks

Uh uh

It make no sense yeah

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It make no sense goddamn

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It make no sense, slime

4KTrey, BoB, I been that

Bitch you notice me

Tell them niggas I say Fuck 'em

These hoes ain't shit

They want my cash so I'll never love 'em

I flash and beat a nigga ass with this fifty ball

On TV I could tell my youngin

Hit him with the cutter

That's a bar

Real nigga blessed him with that bar and he say Yeah-eah

He out the H, you play

He shoot you in your face

Northside, bullets flyin'

Back to back bitch when we ride

I'm convicted but it's an issue

I'll slide for a slide

Die today bitch

They say four pussy niggas died 'fore I died, slime

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in two thousand and six

All these diamonds dancin' on my fuckin' neck cost like four bricks

And the way that I be totin' on that strap don't make no sense

He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks

Uh uh

It make no sense yeah

Uh it make no sense uh

It make no sense goddamn

Make no sense yeah uh

Make no sense nah uh

Make no sense ayy ayy YoungBoy

Make no sense nah

It make no sense, slime