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MASTER P FT. CHIEF KEEF & FAT TREL lyrics : "It Don't Make No Sense"

[Intro: Master P]
Sosa tell em, Master P huh
This %#@! dont make no sense (naw)

Its like a movie, Im the director
my little ^!$$%s ready, uh huh
they what dont kill you make you stronger


[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Ganja Ganja, I be smoking Ganja

I gets lots of commas, and I can $#&@ yo momma
So 30′s no revolvers
Flexing in the summer

Riding in my hummer, 24′s forgiatos
Thumbing thru the check
Steady buying that Texas %#@!

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 ^!$$% don't get mixed

I say (*##$ I'm from Chiraq, we got more killers than Afghanistan
O-block its just us, we the new Ku Klux Klan
All my boys knock hammers

Now all of your ^!$$%s damaged
Some of your boys won't make it
For this 300 karats bang


[Hook: Chief Keef]
This %#@! don't make no sense (nah)

This %#@! don't make no sense
This %#@! don't make no sense (nah)
This %#@! don't make no sense (huh)

I say this %#@! don't make no sense
This payroll in my pocket
This %#@! don't make no sense (huh)

I say this %#@! don't make no sense
This 100 in my clip
This %#@! don't make no sense

I say this %#@! don't make no sense bang

[Verse 2: Master P]

In the jungle with killas
Tell the streets that we made it
Untouchable ^!$$%s, we was born to be hated

Me and Sosa won't tell it, we get money together
Hood ^!$$%s we eating and we die for whatever
See they scared of my ^!$$%s, 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 ^!$$%s be snitches
Peeling talking with hoes while I'm counting my riches

Bad (*##$es we call it, I'm on the block with my ^!$$%s
Louie V on the pillows smoking weed with them killas
I'm a ride for my ^!$$%s now the world gone finish

Underrated by some, disputed by many

[Hook]


[Verse 3: Fat Trel]
This %#@! don't make no sense

All the money all the (*##$es 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 dick cause I know she likes to ride

And she $#&@ me anywhere at any time
I make a hit she take a brick and break it down
Stuff the brick and make my (*##$es wait in line

It's nothing new cause boy I do this all the time
And since I shoot she better knew to admire


[Hook]


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