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letra de app wrong - ysr gramz & enrgy beats

[intro]
танк, и звезда, и шан— (ooh, sav k!lled it)
танк, и звезда, и шан—
танк, и звезда, и шан—
танк, и звезда, и шан—

[chorus: ysr gramz]
if my n-gga run off with your sh-t, that sh-t long gone
up a bl!ck on a f-ck n-gga, tell him, “go’n on”
i ain’t send them b-tches through the mail, i drove them b-tches home
i hate when i fall asleep off drank, she goin’ through my phone
i know my lil’ bro gon’ slide for me, he my backbone
h-ll nah, you can’t be ysr, you did the app wrong
in these big-ass big bs, you get stepped on
bro made thirty-five racks off a cell phone

[verse: ysr gramz]
lil’ bro just snaked a n-gga sale, now— alright
lil’ bro just snaked a n-gga sale, now his sale gone
if you don’t do sh-t around that n-gga, what he gon’ tell on?
spendin’ money talkin’ to my n-ggas on a jail phone
told drivеway, when he get out, i’ma pick him up
dog tryna tax mе for them ‘bows, i’ma stick him up
i fell off and looked at my son, i gotta get it up
if you ain’t get that sh-t out the mud, you ain’t sh-t like us
if you ain’t get that bag from ysr, it don’t smoke like this
i know a n-gga fightin’ dog with dog, he just like vick
100k for a mixtape, i’m finna talk my sh-t
dog keep speakin’ on my mans, i’m finna send a blitz
johnny said his wrist game cold, he can make a brick
i know i look like one, but i ain’t a l!ck
i’m the type of n-gga troll a n-gga like i’m 50 cent
my white boy got ‘bows like rick, but he not gon’ snitch
i swear to god, i got a thousand ways to get rich
like a f-ckin’ weedhead, i gotta get ’em zipped
outta town lookin’ for the ‘bows, i gotta get ’em shipped
bro said he f-ckin’ with the banks, he gotta get me hip
come f-ck with ysr, i can get you hip
come f-ck with ysr, i can get you rich
yung sak runner, gettin’ money, n-ggas ain’t on sh-t
yung sak runner, put it on, that n-gga fresh as sh-t
[chorus: ysr gramz]
if my n-gga run off with your sh-t, that sh-t long gone
up a bl!ck on a f-ck n-gga, tell him, “go’n on”
i ain’t send them b-tches through the mail, i drove them b-tches home
i hate when i fall asleep off drank, she goin’ through my phone
i know my lil’ bro gon’ slide for me, he my backbone
h-ll nah, you can’t be ysr, you did the app wrong
in these big-ass big bs, you get stepped on
bro made thirty-five racks off a cell phone

[outro]
танк, и звезда, и шан—
танк, и звезда, и шан—
танк, и звезда, и шан—
танк, и звезда, и шан—
танк, и звезда, и шан—

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