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don't make sense - dj woool lyrics

intro: superb (mally g)
(turn this mic up something, nah’m’sayin’)
every time we do it, (yeah) nah’m’sayin’
(that’s right)
we little n*ggas in the trenches man
(run dimes)
nah’m’sayin’ and when we come up
we gon’ come up for real man
n*gga wanna rep this set, rep your set right
(aight, aight)
nah’m’sayin’
i got my n*gga mally in here
(i’m right here)
got peter p in here (aight)
heavy metal in here
you know i’m cream team’n
if a n*gga ain’t cream team’n he dreamin’ it
my n*gga woo, my n*gga a
(dr. woo with the beats)
and that’s all

[superb]
y’all n*ggas make me wanna pop something
no champaign, 2*5 on me, weed and crack on mе
b*tch m*th*f*cka tried to get a rep off mе
leave ’em there, never know, get ’em off me
i remember days where we just f*ck b*tches
bought a lotta clothes and played the ave
now we rap n*ggas with a lotta wardrobes
and if we wanna n*gga dead we pay the cash
i ain’t try to waste my career on y’all
even scuff you with your ways get on y’all
if i gotta go out, you know i’m a show out
you gon’ f*ck around and get your whole back blown out
i remember on the island kai toned out
in the mess hall haul about to zone out
thug m*th*f*ckas with our microphone out
we just thug m*th*f*ckas with our microphone out
[kozy]
all praise blaze that 20 of haze
collect k in plenty of ways
my waves spin amazing
asian, don juan
the mark of wally cloth float bacardi dark
armani exchange, gold fiend demon speck frames
range rover’s black, hole in black milli
roll a black philly, blow dro slow mo, chokehold on rap
control the crack dealings feel me?
my associates murder for money, it’s appropriate
adrenalines racing for benjamins faces
yukon and blazers, new guns with lasers
true dons with gators, discuss papers sip crushed grapes
played it jamaica, eyes ch*nk relax
arabic links from saks
where’s my contracts bm’s, pigments to match
sash act federal cash, can we drink to that
my committee post up, we toast cups for the toast buds
dine and floss, laugh when the iron is tossed
my rhyme’s in the source
china white supplying the force
china white supplying the force

[chorus] k!lla kai
and it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
[k!lla kai]
a bad decision could cause a nuclear collision
so listen, battle me i’ll f*ck up your vision
throw you in the ocean and i’ll leave you for the fishes
i meant this, knock more t**th then the dentist
tinted lex coupe chillin’ with some b*tches
i can’t chill in my rest because they takin’ pictures
i stack my riches taking rights for politicians
told me when rollie, watch my back while i’m p*ssing
i listen, n*ggas start coming up missing
hard d*ckin’, bubble gum is what you getting
so stop the rapping, we could take it to the clapping
take it to the front and we gon’ start gun clapping
i’ll send you on stage, all we left is blood stains
n*ggas act like why i ain’t solely getting tamed
blown out the frame, kai ain’t playing no games
and if this was strength in time we came to your head

[mally g]
yo, my style’s incredible
ask kurrpt, he’ll tell you split that ass even though you’re inedible
i’ll still eat you
delete you off the map with my rap
you wanna put this on the track
with your slow pace you lost the race
mally g, that’s the f*ck who i am
57*50 your girl will curl, 20 cent a gram
i got fam from michigan to alabama
choppin’ n*ggas and choppin’ axe figures
choppin’ blocks to bringing the profits back bigger
slice the pies up, jamal bk aye mally g the villian
unbearable, you might of normalize ivan the terrible
k!lla kai, i’d rather prophesize the place of malaki
digitize fly, dip sn*tch whips the whole prize
instinctually full of uncivilized guys
destined to fall, everything sweet or more street
little mal creep from laytan plots
ride dirty and bustin’ like 30/30’s
shotgun lyrics assassinating your spirit when you hear it
[chorus] k!lla kai
it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
the drugs
it don’t make sense
the thugs
it don’t make sense
the slugs
it don’t make sense
no it don’t make sense
it don’t make sense
the sh*t don’t make sense
the streets don’t make sense
but we committed, we committed
we committed, word up

- dj woool lyrics

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