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Yeah, yeah Know what I'm saying Yeah, yeah (Dream, this shit go dummy) Make it make sense, yeah Make it make sense, what Make it make sense, what Make it make sense, digg It don't make money, it don't make cents The way I make this money, it don't make sense Claim he having drip, make it make sense Bitches claiming dicks they ain't came with Make it make sеnse I'm popping a pill then popping a opp I'm in the hills on Molly with thots Thought you was rеal, I guess that you not This Raf and this Ricky got put on a lot I got the sauce, I'm talking a lot I wanted some money, I hide in the pot Yeah, I gotta' find me a shot I got a drop and the mission was hot Don't want you niggas, I'm calling the shots Thought it was gang, I'm connecting the dots Had to go back to the hood and re-rock Letras de cancionesThey calling me Tetris, connecting the blocks Cover my face, I seen the plot They tried cutting me off and leaving me out Sliming them out, I seen [?] My youngins they like leaders now Everything good, just stay true I ain't Young Thug, but I miss my troup Doing the [?] Givenchy Telling my bitch to just stay cute Make it make sense, yeah Make it make sense, what Make it make sense, what Make it make sense, digg It don't make money, it don't make cents The way I make this money, it don't make sense [?] having drip, make it make sense Bitches claiming dicks they ain't came with Make it make sense From Letras Mania