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Dont make Sense Video (MV)




Performed By: YOUNG REEK 4G
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: Finzie Jones
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YOUNG REEK 4G - Dont make Sense Lyrics




I just poured another four bitch I ain't gone hit the flo

Imma get this money quickly while I'm out there in that road

Imma see you wen I'm locced

Ima see you on parole

Ain't no hiding from this glocc

Reek I'm quicc to reload

Roll a wood baby I been stressed out

Trynna fucc you in the wood for we make it to the couch

Type to make you fall inlove with out feeling any doubt

Say you really want a thug

Scream my name wen u shout
Oooh

Smoke him like a ounce whole team in this sacc

I don't do the cap if u I see u then it's that

Boy you just a flat never roll wen it's FAT

Heard yo big homie soft

Don't make us commite a sacc

Don't make us commit a auto show

Rollin down yo blocc with the auto chocced

Penny wise nigga this is it

Hallow make him float

Tippy to make it to the top that's are only goal

Nigga hide for they kno you snitched

That's yo only hope

If it do t make dollars then it do t make sense

I can tell u bout this life that u say u wanna live

I just poured another four baby I don't take sips

If he taught it then it's yours shoulda never played rich

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

I just poured another four baby I don't take sips
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English

I just poured another four bitch I ain't gone hit the flo

Imma get this money quickly while I'm out there in that road

Imma see you wen I'm locced

Ima see you on parole

Ain't no hiding from this glocc

Reek I'm quicc to reload

Roll a wood baby I been stressed out

Trynna fucc you in the wood for we make it to the couch

Type to make you fall inlove with out feeling any doubt

Say you really want a thug

Scream my name wen u shout
Oooh

Smoke him like a ounce whole team in this sacc

I don't do the cap if u I see u then it's that

Boy you just a flat never roll wen it's FAT

Heard yo big homie soft

Don't make us commite a sacc

Don't make us commit a auto show

Rollin down yo blocc with the auto chocced

Penny wise nigga this is it

Hallow make him float

Tippy to make it to the top that's are only goal

Nigga hide for they kno you snitched

That's yo only hope

If it do t make dollars then it do t make sense

I can tell u bout this life that u say u wanna live

I just poured another four baby I don't take sips

If he taught it then it's yours shoulda never played rich

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

I just poured another four baby I don't take sips
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Writer: Finzie Jones
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