Don't Make Sense
Aye aye
Holon aye
Wait
Aye go crazy aye
Aye go crazy
Aye mash you go crazy aye
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense aye
And she tripping off that molly aye
She said mash my tummy ache
He say he feel like Superman
Cuz he tripping off shrooms aye
Got a fast car go vroom vroom
Got the Glock 19 and it go boom boom
I'm asl mash nigga who is you
Got a new lil bitch and it came with a coop
Pull up on the block with the drop top nigga want bands
From the backend nigga want smoke ima pull up with the mac and
Pull up on yo block
Shoot you with the Glock
You gon be dead fucking head
She gon give me head fucking bed
I do not care what you say
She about to top me anyway
Bitch got a throat curly head joke
We about to kill fucking pill
She don't know Spanish but she call me papi aye
La di la di da
Yeah yo bitch yeah she locked in
And she suck it like a lollipop
She know that she a molly girl
That lil bitch she a freak
Get on her hands get on her knees
And she looking back at me
Then I smack smack smack
Bitch
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense aye
Holon aye
Wait
Aye go crazy aye
Aye go crazy
Aye mash you go crazy aye
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense aye
And she tripping off that molly aye
She said mash my tummy ache
He say he feel like Superman
Cuz he tripping off shrooms aye
Got a fast car go vroom vroom
Got the Glock 19 and it go boom boom
I'm asl mash nigga who is you
Got a new lil bitch and it came with a coop
Pull up on the block with the drop top nigga want bands
From the backend nigga want smoke ima pull up with the mac and
Pull up on yo block
Shoot you with the Glock
You gon be dead fucking head
She gon give me head fucking bed
I do not care what you say
She about to top me anyway
Bitch got a throat curly head joke
We about to kill fucking pill
She don't know Spanish but she call me papi aye
La di la di da
Yeah yo bitch yeah she locked in
And she suck it like a lollipop
She know that she a molly girl
That lil bitch she a freak
Get on her hands get on her knees
And she looking back at me
Then I smack smack smack
Bitch
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense
Don't make sense aye
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Writer(s): Mashari Barnes
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