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satchel vi - make no sense كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: satchel vi]
i’m finna get reckless
choppin’ up horses and leavin’ them headless
no need for god to y’all steady pretendin’
how you gon’ come in the scene and start battlin’ to me?
lil’ boys need to learn real respect, just how would you feel?
if i went to your crib and fed for some meals?
you said she had b_tches, just need to get real
just take a chill pill and get hit with the steel
now enough about y’all, i’ma make about me
have you ever seen the g’s and the d’s i’ve achieved?
i’m a rеal ass man, man, you p_ssy better beliеve
i’m a menace, i’m a threat, so don’t go f_ckin’ with me
got you ridin’ round the block with a whip six feet
with the thoughts of bein’ marginal and in the backseat
groupin’ blocks for the opps, yeah, we keep a red beam in the blood while we put it so deep underneath
yeah, this that k!ller sh_t
you say that we the same, but all i see is difference is
why you actin’ tough when you know that you a fake?
p_ssin’ me off, i’ma make you feel shame
deranged in your brain, you might be insane
but not as insane as me, this time we’ll bang a hole in your brain
leave you a stain
i’ma walk on this earth to have it for nothin’
i’ll tell your momma that you’ve died in vain
shouldn’t made me grab my gas
but it’s too late, the world’s turned black
it don’t make sense, now let me say
’til they get hollows in they back, yeah
[verse 2: icemane tha kingpin]
late, not no cushion on the gap with this glock 45
please don’t make me mad if you tryna sing it live
cause the pistol in my hand like, who am i?
y’all don’t even wanna know, so i stay high
tryna make you bleed, it’s all i know
f_ckin’ to my [?], y’all boys stay broke
y’all ain’t tryna leave, y’all stuck in your home
you scared, but yeah, b_tches ain’t got no pose
y’all forty two’s ain’t gon’ do sh_t to me, man
seven, six, two, spend the night, let your brain
they be [?], and i promise
i’ma try
call me up, i’ll remember what i did yesterday
but my pockets still fat, like, this is on cam
everywhere i go, man, i gotta stay strapped
i get faded when
i watch y’all motherf_ckers wax up i think
i’m some trash, stop and poke enemies with this new bag
been thinkin’ side to side, i’m tired of sliding
like we just, we keep like a tag
i think that the tide is out, but the [?]

- satchel vi

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