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dimzy, 67 & monkey - gotta make sense lyrics

verse 1: dimzy
it’s 7am i just made me a tea
burn some cali and plan her week
i still make some drinks of keys, pounds of cali, all hands free
they say that money don’t grow on trees
but i still make money off trees mid+week
i got ‘674’ on my sleeve that’s my family tree (gang dem)
bro+broski’s way too horrible
real life i sat man’s head back and breeze
he got done up in autumn
i guess your merrily fell with the leaves (woosh)
they get shot with the cannon
you think man cares if you’re gonna say ‘cheese’ (bow)
we stepped out with the long nose
‘jump out gang’ really made it sneeze
peng ting love dem dimmer
she wanna go dinner
same day i bring that spinner
i got ice on my t++th so my flow’s too cold
i made the studio shiver
she got natural hair so i pull it and doggy
now she leaky the river (water, splash)
water, deliver, really a shipper, when the packs land i grab my scissor

chorus: dimzy
aighh!
we made lambeth a horrible place
new park road that’s a ‘no go zone’
we had the mac in the flats 44. flats
corn flew in your coat got hit from far one eye no scope
you got drenched and left in the cold (splash)
you thought it was comedy made it horror
now it’s +++++ toke
i’m getting older so everything’s gotta make sense (gotta make sense)
who’s said the war’s gonna stop we’re still gonna bine these men
everyday i kept to the bag coulda cost a living it’s mence triple that bread (let’s get it)
i just gotta create some palace
watch me turn this water into bread (aighh)
verse 2: monkey
i just got pounds in the pallet
i’m finna flip dat into ps (into ps)
you know life went sweet when we turn their into hundred degrees
rusty one when yeah we need some grease (yeah we need some grease)
i’m outside tryna dodge dem police
my bro’s on the wing couldn’t get no — tonight so f+ck it he’s going to sleep (going to sleep)
they bought zanottis (they bought zanottis)
we had a handful of waps (a handful of waps)
step opp block with the mac of the glee

tryna make sh+t clap
airbnb with the sweetest browning
i made her creaming when she asked for her back
pumpum was fat i got her an uber
whole ass back to the trap (to the trap)

i’m on my block you can’t be a b+tch (no!)
and you a ++++a that turn to a snitch
they would thought our life is a script
if i rapped every time then we stepped on the pitch
everyday i wake and pray
everyday it’s rest up itch (rest up itch)
don’t talk on the six
that n+gga dead he got left in the ditch
chorus: dimzy
aighh!
we made lambeth a horrible place
new park road that’s a ‘no go zone’
we had the mac in the flats 44. flats
corn flew in your coat got hit from far one eye no scope
you got drenched and left in the cold (splash)
you thought it was comedy made it horror
now it’s +++++ toke
i’m getting older everything’s gotta make sense (gotta make sense)
who’s said the war’s gonna stop we’re still gonna bine these men
everyday i kept to the bag coulda cost a living it’s mence triple that bread (let’s get it)
i just gotta create some palace
watch me turn this water into bread (aighh)

- dimzy 67 monkey lyrics

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