Lyrics:
Yeah
Make it make sense make it make it make sense
I don't know who I am inside my head
Make it make sense make it make it make sense
I don't know
I make the girls go
I make the girls go
I've been around the world and back
Seen a little bit of everything
Heard a lot, learned a lot on how
Hey yo cube
Make it ruff
Cube check it out
Whats up?
Yo this bitch was suckin' my dick, you know what I told her?
What?
Make the music with ya
We must fight against, the downfall
With weapons of our love
We must fight against, the tales we see
It ain’t all make believe
Make believe (make
like, "Remember me?"
I gotta make it, these people depend on me
Ay, that's how I'm living these days
Threaten my wife, keep digging that grave
I had
Oh, you make me wanna say
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, boy you make me say
Something about you makes every girl hot
Suffering without you
I just want
You make me wanna
You make me wanna
This is what you do
This is what you do
This is what you do
This is what you do
You make me wanna leave
(Shawty make that ass clap, Make it look majestic)
Shawty make that ass clap, Make it look majestic
Shawty make that ass clap, Make it look majestic
your game
Wanna do me? Wanna screw me?
I'm your pet, make me wet
Hey baby
Don't you stare, I don't care
Want some fun? Make me cum
Keep it going,
Fuck goin' on...
It don't make no sense
It don't make no sense
It don't make no sense
It don't make no sense
It don't make no sense
It don't make no
shit is ill i need help call the nurses
I'm giving game like a pastor in churches
You have just entered and this is the service
Pressure makes
Make up
(Yeah)
Make up
(Yeah)
Make up
Tryna make up for the night (Night, night)
Tryna make up where I been (Been, been, ohh)
I wanna make up for
in the air
that's how we roll
All my people yo
In the house
Do you feel my beat
I'll make you bounce
Make you bounce
When you hear this beat
I'll make
Sound for dis niggas I make em dance
Air for dis niggas I make em blow
A joint for dis niggas I make em smoke
Dis bitch ain't working she wanna give
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
Sometimes I couldn't even eat
I often cried myself to sleep
But still I had to keep on going
Never knowing if I could take it
If I would make it through
Sometimes I couldn't even eat
I often cried myself to sleep
But still I had to keep on going
Never knowing if I could take it
If I would make it through
pop downtown
Sound off, salchow-boy showdown now
Supersoak, you might drown, bow down
Hold my crown, it's your time to
Make me cum, make me squirt
See
I need the rhythm to put me in the mood
I need a rhyme to make my body move
I need the rhythm to put me in the mood
I need a rhyme to make my body
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
candy sweet taste
Looks to die for own the room
Baguette’s dripping goo lagoon
Give body give face
Sugar candy sweet taste
Make, Make
Make a Grand
You are so special to me
It's got me going crazy
You don't know how I feel about you
It makes me do the things that I do, girl
That's the way I
Twerk
Twerk
Twerk
Twerk
Twerk
Twerk
Bounce
Work
Twerk
Bounce
Work
Twerk
Bounce
Work
Twerk
Bounce
Work
Twerk
She can make it bounce
She can make it
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