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Not making sense, not making sense, not making sense It's not making sense, not making sense, not making sense I got that .45, the grip No, I don't play with the bitch The life that I live don't exist I'm living the life on the risk I'm living the life on the risk I just put a tag on my coupe And sometimes I got reminisce, I go reminisce on my room What she gon do?, 40 sweepin down the broom Not playing by the rules, I done brought the diamonds, it scoot My life is [?], Birkin her purse, it's so encouraging I drive in Excursion, I put in reverse, I whip it and burn the bitch I whip it and burn the bitch, just like my rollie I got lots of Cullinans I made a play, it was on second day, I made a 100k on the field Ha-ha, if about money, don't cry now Islands, [?] don't cry now Rode in the Benz, she got Balenci the thot down I bust on her [?], she touch on my lip and then bite down Round, round, round Gone for the day with the pound I told that, baby don't make a sound, I got plenty of riches that come around I had to look at my neck, the chain is so heavy it's holding me down Letras de cancionesNot making sense, not making sense, not making sense It's not making sense, not making sense, not making sense I got that .45, the grip No, I don't play with the bitch The life that I live don't exist I'm living the life on the risk Sometimes I feel all alone Sometimes the ice look two-tone, sometimes I'm riding around Sometimes I'm riding around I just been riding so long You know that shit 24, open the door when y'all ready to ball Your bitch would muddy the top, walkin' Rick and I'm not talking Ross Nigga you not talkin' Ross, fuck on your bitch then I fuck all day long Ah, ah, ah Know she gon' bark like a dog I was gon' ride in the Rolls, hop in the backseat I'm charging my phone Round, round, round Gone for the day with the pound I told that, baby don't make a sound, I got plenty of riches that come around I had to look at my neck, the chain is so heavy it's holding me down Not making sense, not making sense, not making sense It's not making sense, not making sense, not making sense I got that .45, the grip No, I don't play with the bitch The life that I live don't exist I'm living the life on the risk Let's go From Letras Mania