chief keef - don't make no sense lyrics
[intro : master p & chief keef]
sosa, (?), master p
this sh-t don’t make no sense
it’s like a movie, i’m the director
my lil n-gga (?) he (?)
they say what don’t k!ll you make you stronger
n-ggas scared to f-ck with us though!
[verse 1: chief keef]
ganja ganja, i be smoking ganja
i gets lots of commas, and i can f-ck yo momma
tote .30s no revolvers
flexing in the summer
riding in my hummer, 24s vellano’s
thumbing through the check
steady buying them tecs and sh-t
i got no limit in the clip in my fn and i let it spit
ay trel over here, he pull up in the whip
gotta lot of banana clips, fruity n-gga don’t get mixed
i say b-tch i’m from chiraq, we got more k!llers than afghanistan
o-block its just us, we the new klux klan
all my boys knock hammers
now all of your n-ggas damaged
some of your boys won’t make it
from these 300 cannons bang
[hook: chief keef]
this sh-t don’t make no sense (nah)
this sh-t don’t make no sense
this sh-t don’t make no sense (nah)
this sh-t don’t make no sense (huh)
i say this sh-t don’t make no sense
this payroll in my pocket
this sh-t don’t make no sense (huh)
i say this sh-t don’t make no sense
this 100 in my clip
this sh-t don’t make no sense (huh)
i say this sh-t don’t make no sense bang
[verse 2: master p]
in the jungle with k!llas
tell the streets that we made it
untouchable n-ggas, we was born to be hated
me and sosa won’t tell it, we get money together
hood n-ggas we eating and we die for whatever
see they sacred of my n-ggas, they wouldn’t give him a ride
i said free c-murder and we gonna ride for trayvon
taking pictures in the hood, some of these n-ggas be snitches
pillow talking with hoes, while i’m counting my riches
bad b-tches we call it, i’m on the block with my n-ggas
louie v on the pillows smoking weed with them k!llas
i’m a ride for my n-ggas now the world gone feel us
underrated by some, disputed by many
[hook: chief keef]
this sh-t don’t make no sense (nah)
this sh-t don’t make no sense
this sh-t don’t make no sense (nah)
this sh-t don’t make no sense (huh)
i say this sh-t don’t make no sense
this payroll in my pocket
this sh-t don’t make no sense (huh)
i say this sh-t don’t make no sense
this 100 in my clip
this sh-t don’t make no sense (huh)
i say this sh-t don’t make no sense bang
[verse 3: fat trel]
this sh-t don’t make no sense
all the money all the b-tches i get
ride high but my 40 ride low
it’s on my lap i don’t tote it in the air
i can’t forget to flip and whip and make a pot
molly high you can see it in my eyes
give her d-ck cause i know she likes to ride
and she f-ck me anywhere at any time
i make a hit she take a brick and break it down
stuff the brick and make my b-tches wait in line
it’s nothing new cause boy i do this all the time
and since i shoot she better knew to have mine
[hook: chief keef]
this sh-t don’t make no sense (nah)
this sh-t don’t make no sense
this sh-t don’t make no sense (nah)
this sh-t don’t make no sense (huh)
i say this sh-t don’t make no sense
this payroll in my pocket
this sh-t don’t make no sense (huh)
i say this sh-t don’t make no sense
this 100 in my clip
this sh-t don’t make no sense (huh)
i say this sh-t don’t make no sense bang
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