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8 Ball

Genres: Hip-Hop

Dont Make No Sense Lyrics - 8 Ball

Don't make no god damn sense 

Don't don't make no god damn sense 

Don't make no god damn sense 

Don't don't make no god damn sense 

 

I'm in a rush, I'm rolling kush 

I'm cooking dope, don't interrupt 

50 bricks came in a bus 

I intercept, I finished up 

Gucci Mane, I'm sinister 

Politics like a senator 

30 year prime minister 

Eat rappers for dinner bruh 

From selling dope to selling big houses like a realtor 

I pull up in a black and black maybach like a governor 

Some critics say they can't understand me, I'm a southerner 

Bad bitch rocking chanel but she's a foreigner 

Pull up in them twin maseratis, yeah they identical 

And I bought a new Kawasaki, Im popping wheelies bruh 

Miami Beach police pull me over, aye what the ticket for 

He mad cuz the bitch on the back ain't from America 

 

Now this shit really don't make no god damn sense 

Police chase but jumped the god damn fence 

Ain't no room in the house for all these god damn bricks 

So many bills at the spot, don't make no god damn sense 

Don't make no god damn sense 

Don't don't make no god damn sense 

Don't make no god damn sense 

Don't don't make no god damn sense 

 

Don't make no god damn sense 

Man it's a god damn shame 

They talking shit from the bench 

Get in the god damn game 

I mean you boys need to chill 

Them niggas hot champagne 

Nigga I do that shit 

You don't do a god damn thang 

And I'm really sorry 

I just got that calarrari, smoking northern castafari 

While I'm eating calamari 

And these suckas can't stomach that 

Guess they can't dodge us 

That Im making majors moves and they ain't making progress 

Say hi Jess, yall meet pretty Jessica 

Know she got that good brain, I just keep on testing her 

Dont come with my package, Ima have to kill the messenger 

Smell some funny shit and Ima spray that air freshner 

 

Now this shit really don't make no god damn sense 

Police chase but jumped the god damn fence 

Ain't no room in the house for all these god damn bricks 

So many bills at the spot, don't make no god damn sense 

Don't make no god damn sense 

Don't don't make no god damn sense 

Don't make no god damn sense 

Don't don't make no god damn sense 

 

No off brand niggas run with my click 

Choppa so big, dont make no god damn sense 

Spent a whole lot of racks on a whole lot of packs 

Spent a whole lot of crack on a whole lot of track 

Got a bitch in every city with a whole lot of back 

Smoked a whole lot of weed, ate a whole lot of snacks 

Had 28 grams when I fell up in this bitch 

Smoked it all for I left, dont make no god damn sense 

Im on kush, she on pills in a short short dress 

Bitch ass so big dont make no god damn sense 

Gucci Mane was like ball where you get that bitch 

Bitch ass so big dont make no god damn sense 

 

Now this shit really don't make no god damn sense 

Police chase but jumped the god damn fence 

Ain't no room in the house for all these god damn bricks 

So many bills at the spot, don't make no god damn sense 

Don't make no god damn sense 

Don't don't make no god damn sense 

Don't make no god damn sense 

Don't don't make no god damn sense 

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